My brother called to tell me we’d lost an old friend
I know it’s now but I remember then
Met you in the eighties while you drew in the hall
Stray Cats singing on a cartoon wall
Pugs rocked the punk scene in ‘85
Yeah, I remember, Mike, when you were alive.
Back at the Pug House just hanging out
Down at the river time to twist and shout
I remember how you were back at the start
I think you must’ve died from a broken art.
Rest in peace, man.
Sorry for your loss.
Thanks, Annmarie.
(((Hugs))) So young. Sorry, C.
I’m so sorry for your loss. The poem was lovely and how great to remember the times of such happiness. And yet, it still hurts.
Jordan, too young.
Jo, it was a happy time. Everybody was so energetic and creative in those garage band days. It was a very innocent time. It’s good to remember what it was like when failure didn’t seem like a possibility.
*hugs Charli*
It’s hard to lose friends, especially when they are young. Glad to see you are remembering the happy times though.