A table for five,
Became a table for four.
My dearest friend,
Dines with us no more.
Stolen away,
Ahead of his years,
Battled his illness,
Demanded no tears.
Rejoiced in his friendship,
His smile lit the room.
I now walk alone,
To tender his tomb.
Memories are often,
I miss his advice.
A king not forgotten,
So wise and so nice.
His throne is still with me,
I must not despair,
To me a reminder,
Of the now empty chair.
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@leelee101 - yeah. Went out with some friends at the weekend as was remembering a friend who died a couple of years ago. Written with a smile and a tear.
@bryanrobertheap He smiles from heaven bryan he would be proud of you I have a tear in my eye, this is truely beautiful and from the heart:0)
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