My Mate Poem by Paul Warren

My Mate



Do you remember him and how he was
With no need for apology in his cause

There is nothing better than a beer with a mate
Such a cheery thing to contemplate

The hours just laughing with no grief
That life was good with no care or contrary belief

But what is there now but sadness straight
For to lose a mate is hard to contemplate.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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