MY MATE SAM.....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Nov 07, 2017

"You were just a small portion of my life,
but I got to know you really well,
you told me about your lovely family,
so much you had to tell.
With stories of your dislike of school, 
and the lack of ambition in your life,
you seemed to often bend the odd rule,
a future balanced on the edge of a knife.
But as we went about our daily tasks,
each day working side by side, 
the pure goodness that I saw in you Sam,
it was something that you just couldn't hide.
The few short years that I knew you,
so honoured, and so proud, oh yes I am,
my head is filled full, of fond memories of you....my mate Sam."

 

Tags: Encouraging, Pain, Love, Sad, Happy,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Nov 07, 2017 at 9:53pm
A glowing tribute to your mate Sam, you have the incredible ability to take every day experiences and turn it into poetry and that is a gift Frank~well done.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 08, 2017 at 4:33pm
Thank you Cecilia.....Sam was a young apprentice working, and learning with me.....he went to bed one night ....and didn't wake up...he was 21 yrs old......
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 08, 2017 at 7:13pm
Such a lovely poem.you could say a tribute to a young man Who's life was cut short at an early age.It must have been hard for you to hear such Sad news Frank.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 09, 2017 at 11:21am
Thanks Chris....yes, he was a great lad.....it still hurts to think about him.....9yrs on.....because his young girlfriend was pregnant at the time.....so sad.......Thanks again Chris for reading, and commenting on my poetry....means so much to me, coming from a fine poet, as you......

 

 

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