one year past

Just a few words to reflect on this spring morning
about a good friend
The life that he had was seized
with great passion
and held in both hands
a little cruel towards the end
but lived none the less
when he wasnt too well
with great thirst and vitality
from his earliest beginnings
to the bitter-sweet end
A man who wouldnt miss a friend’s funeral.
In the hope they would always be friends
or the assurance of late company
to the glee of his new plan
to leave this great harbour
and seek the one so fond
quite unsure of these dark waters
with no known destination ahead

Will pride on his fine ship
bring her to gentle end?
and find a safe haven in this magical new land
where things last forever
so sweet are the spirits
love can only abound


where you my proud father
will never know, pain
but this isn't a good bye,
its only farewell
~ah sure wont we all meet again
my all weathers friend

Joe Purcell