Another Face Is Missing
Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 2:50 pm
ANOTHER FACE IS MISSING
The year had passed so swiftly as we gathered here once more,
but there’s a face now missing that was always here before.
And you can feel the sadness that another friend has gone,
to join up with the swelling ranks,.. of mates who have passed on.
Aged faces show the ravages that time has wrought on them;
brows furrowed by the march of time that nothing can now stem.
And scalps on some are peeping through their grey and thinning hair,
but spirits are still willing and there’s courage here to spare.
We wander through the little group with handshakes all around
and welcome smiles there greet you although spirits maybe down.
Each man has known the friendship that we’ve shared throughout the years
and there's a strengthening of bonds as strong men fight back tears.
The talk is more subdued this year; the voices soft and low
and sense of loss hangs heavy as the heartfelt tributes flow.
We raise our glasses for a mate and sadness spikes again
and there’s a hint of misting in the eyes of most these men.
The sombre mood then starts to lift to how things were before,
with talk about the good times that are sure to come once more.
All sense it’s time to now move on and leave the past behind,
but for a time the memories are never far from mind.
******
©T.E. Piggott 2012
The year had passed so swiftly as we gathered here once more,
but there’s a face now missing that was always here before.
And you can feel the sadness that another friend has gone,
to join up with the swelling ranks,.. of mates who have passed on.
Aged faces show the ravages that time has wrought on them;
brows furrowed by the march of time that nothing can now stem.
And scalps on some are peeping through their grey and thinning hair,
but spirits are still willing and there’s courage here to spare.
We wander through the little group with handshakes all around
and welcome smiles there greet you although spirits maybe down.
Each man has known the friendship that we’ve shared throughout the years
and there's a strengthening of bonds as strong men fight back tears.
The talk is more subdued this year; the voices soft and low
and sense of loss hangs heavy as the heartfelt tributes flow.
We raise our glasses for a mate and sadness spikes again
and there’s a hint of misting in the eyes of most these men.
The sombre mood then starts to lift to how things were before,
with talk about the good times that are sure to come once more.
All sense it’s time to now move on and leave the past behind,
but for a time the memories are never far from mind.
******
©T.E. Piggott 2012
