Don’t be a Stranger
Last night I had a drink with an old friend,
dead a good few years now;
comfortable chairs in a wood panelled room,
chatting about this and that.
Before leaving, he handed me his business card,
in case I should want to keep in touch.
Ah Moyra, sure we get visits.
ReplyDeleteA lovely scene.
ReplyDeleteLove the business card, that gesture made me picture the hand offering it, and the hand receiving it. Time to talk to the dead is important. Thank you!
ReplyDeletenice one.
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