Goodbye My Friend Poem by Robin Pratt

He died today
our good friend John
Not a bad age but somehow too young
It wasn't long ago
we did big walks in our big boots
on craggy rocks

It just seems there was too little fun
in the last couple of years.
Myeloma isn't fun, just another nasty kind of cancer
which eats at your body
and torments your soul
Just a war of attrition that's so hard to win.

Today you left quietly
just had enough, not life
but being messed about.
There are lots of tears and the sadness at our loss
But maybe the Universe can embrace your battered soul
and let a smile pass your spiritual lips.