Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Friends

  • Losing Touch

    Losing Touch

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    Not Reaching Out all those I have known the workmates, friends and lovers where are they all now? Photo by Emmanuel Codden on Pexels.com

  • Good Old Friends

    Good Old Friends

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    Keepers Of The Flame Of Youth the thing about friends old friends, good friends, proper friends they know who you are

  • Best Friends Forever

    Best Friends Forever

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    From Boys To Men And Back Again a night out with friends the people who know you best who else do you need?

  • Good Days And Bad News

    Good Days And Bad News

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    Good Days And Bad News There are good days, beautiful days, even in the dull days of winter. There is still sunshine sparkling on snow and ice; there is good food to eat and fine wine to be drunk; there is the warmth of an open fire; there is the love of family and the…

  • No End To Time

    No End To Time

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    We were boys back then, when days were longer. We were stronger, too, in body and in mind. In time perhaps we would weaken and soften, but in the now of then, no end was in our mind, not yours, not mine, there was no end to time. We were hard and proud, eager, loud,…

  • I Love A Pub

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    I love a pub. It feels Homely to me, a place Of comfort and ease. It Pleases me, the hubbub And the chunter and the Banter and, sometimes, The chunder. Well, not so much the chunder. I love the open heart Of it, being part of it, being Where the life is, the laughs And…

  • Games With Friends

    Games With Friends

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    Playing games with friends. It’s not about the winning, It’s about the friends.

  • Imagine Them Gone

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    Imagine them gone All your friends and family What hell that must be

  • After The Walk

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    After we had walked We ate and drank and just talked And kept the world out

  • A Dovedale Morning

    A Dovedale Morning

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    A Dovedale Morning A Dovedale morning Out walking with some old friends Life can feel so good

  • A Passing Beggarman

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    When my friend was rude To a passing beggarman I was rude to him

  • An Old Friend

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    I met an old friend He’s happy with his life now I’m happy for him —————————— Namaste, Dr. Banks