A funny mixture of solitaire
with a twisted face of jest –
like a river lost at sea
and the sand….
lost, at tides end –
or a thousand pictures
these memories
all in a snap and blink –
as old eyes now squint
and hide away the tears –
but it's these little chips of honour
admiration and respect
that make you feel the beat of day
and the pounding of your heart –
when you recall …..
where friends once stood.
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