a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

If long after I have shuffled off this mortal coil
A friend is gladly reading out a poem I have penned
Will then some sense of fond connection filter through the soil
Beneath which lie the cold remains of one they deemed “their friend”?

Methinks such a conception may for some hold sway
For innate the reluctance to bid true friends ‘goodbye’;
Far be it such as I should another’s hope gainsay
Preferring fond-held bonds last far beyond the day we die.

So if (long after I’m no longer part of this world’s quick)
Someone (who befriended me) reads the poems I left behind
‘Twill be as though an erstwhile chum revives again the wick
That shone as inspiration on the candle of my mind.
Cat. No. WN712.

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