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    Absent Friends

    We gather
    around empty chairs
    Life goes on as
    the clock ticks loudly

    Lost hearts beat inside
    Calm clock face
    stands proudly

    By your side
    yet distant, mourning;
    no sight of end

    So now the toast
    Remembering
    Absent Friends





  • #2
    Hello Karen, Empty chairs around the fireside, the history of Ireland in raised glasses to absent loves. The poem in itself is a most fitting toast to Ireland's strays. Mournfully beautiful. Fond regards, Tony.

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    • mooneyblack
      mooneyblack commented
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      Thank you, Tony- she hasn't strayed too far from your heart; take care and seasons blessings be upon you, sir!
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