Remembering Our Frineds Poem by Ray Hansell

Sitting drinking coffee
Is now a lonely thing to do
The hardest thing you see
Is not sharing it with you

At times to me it seems
Losing friends in life
Are things that hurt the most
It cuts more than a knife

I got so use to
Just talking with you
But having coffee all alone
Is a lonely thing to do

At times we take for granted
That someone will always be here
But too often we are reminded
When their voices we no longer hear


8-12-18/RjH