'Faces, And Ships That Pass In The Night' by Harry Riley Poem by David Page- aka Harry Riley

The older we get and the people we've met
Those we remember and those we forget
Faces...faces... so many faces
Working and playing, in a myriad of places

'What became of old so and so?
Is he still alive, will we ever know?
Such a manic laugh
When once he let rip, we all had a bath!

And the girl that he married, they had three sprogs
Plus a cat and canary and even two dogs
My, but he liked his beer!
Wherever he's gone, he'll be up for his share

And you know...you know that chap who'd die for a fag
Did he get his big house and his wished-for Jag?
Every week he'd fill in his pools
Never changing a thing-said that was for fools'

Our list gose on and on. Folk we once knew
Hundreds and thousands, and not just a few
Carelessly dropped or wandering away
Will any return for a week or a day?
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