We used to meet them in pubs,
spend time with them over a drink,
play a game of dominos or darts,
engage in serious and idle talk.
We came across them in the village,
in shops, at local events, or in Front Street,
there was always a smile, a wave to exchange.
we soon got to know them by name or by sight.
Some became close friends,
others, casual acquaintances;
each left an imprint on our memory,
a picture on life's tapestry.
They are no longer with us,
departed to that Blessed Place,
where they dwell in peace
where joy never cease.
Let us salute the memory
of those who came our way;
raise a glass or two and say,
‘in our hearts you’ll stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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