A departed friend
Last week saw the first anniversary of a friend's death. Jim was a big man who enjoyed his ale and his cricket. During one of his last visits to Northampton I spotted Jim walk along The Riding (by the side of the Fish Inn). He didn't see me. I thought about calling out to him but just watched instead. The attached little poem expresses my thoughts at the time.
Jim
Unseen,
I watched him, lumber on his way.
Old friend,
I sensed his time was short.
His gait no more would grace the crease.
Long gone his playing days.
Hands in pockets, strain his jacket girth.
Tie loose – shirt buttons missed.
How would it be the day he was no more?
This humble-proud. This kindly man.
Would tears be shed?
I knew they would. And shed one as I watched.
Jim
Unseen,
I watched him, lumber on his way.
Old friend,
I sensed his time was short.
His gait no more would grace the crease.
Long gone his playing days.
Hands in pockets, strain his jacket girth.
Tie loose – shirt buttons missed.
How would it be the day he was no more?
This humble-proud. This kindly man.
Would tears be shed?
I knew they would. And shed one as I watched.
posted by Matt at 6:51 AM
7 Comments:
Hi Matt! Thanks for stopping by!!
Hi Matt! What a small world...my husband is an ex-pat from outside of London. Thanks for stopping by my new blog.
And funny but this post reminded me of his 'big' friend Pete that died very, very young (undiagnosed diabetes).
What a lovely sentiment Matt. I hail from Coventry by the way, although I have been in the US for about 50 years. See you later...
Matt- I enjoyed reading your post; it's a lovely sentiment.
BTW, thanks for stopping over and I hope you come visit again soon. (I'm usually not so political tho...please pardon my raised dander!)
Hi Matt, thanks for stopping by. I enjoyed reading all three of your blogs. You're an awesome writer.
Gave me goosebumps reading this... and remembering someone I once knew very closely.
Beautifully written from a compassionate soul
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