Is it times waste to mourn a friend.
Time spent in minds images.
Pictures viewed of pleasant time,
Remembered slights of bickering fights.
Thoughts dwell on that or this not said.
Left for other day,now lost away.
My friend has gone, I miss him.
Long for sagacious talk,
Games of golf,drinks of beer.
No,am I silly to shed this tear.
Gone friend,hole left to putt.
I,have the time to waste.
To the morn my friend.
Dedicated to John Davies.
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