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Remembering Joe

  • 22-02-2006 11:43am
    #1
    Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 2,688 Mod ✭✭✭✭


    Granite and limestone and mortars your trade ,
    Sand and cement, shovel and spade,
    you could turn these elements into art on display,
    building memories and history into things for today.

    Your smile was a boys, your life rich and full,
    your love for Ainne and your lives never dull,
    your friends all adore you, they thought you were gas,
    who couldve known, that by now you'd have passed.

    The lord must've gazed on your work with the slate
    and thought, "such splendour, i wonder whats his rate?"
    So he called you to him, what a terrible blow,
    but you left, with a smile, to give him a quote.

    As you soared up to heaven, and at last left your home,
    your closest were worried theyd be left all alone,
    but somehow your spirit is still sending love,
    surrounding your family with hope from above.

    Dear joe we miss you, you were so full of life,
    we still always toast you, and look after your wife,
    we were all friends together, we'd been through a lot,
    but gone though you are, forgotten your not.

    Years will pass slowly, times web will be spun
    we'll age in its embrace, but you'll always be young
    one day when were tired and this earth holds no more,
    well follow your footsteps, and knock on your door,

    It will open to a warm place, of granite and stone
    brightened by lanterns and smelling of home
    at a table you'll sit and look up as we enter
    with a smile we'll be welcomed, old friends back together.

    Im not much at poetry,
    in fact im embarassed that this one is like something id have written in school,
    since i havent written any since school, then thats par for the course.

    This is dedicated to Joe, forced to leave us on December 2005
    Aged 31
    Drive safely.


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 51 ✭✭lu22


    hi there,
    i really liked this, although I thought there were certain parts that sounded childish, but at the same time, it sent shivers to the base of my spine word by word, i can feel real emotion in this. you should never feel embarrased about some thing that came from the heart.. i think so anyway :)


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,959 ✭✭✭Nala


    I liked it.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 307 ✭✭Idgeitman


    really nice, keep on writing.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 14,648 ✭✭✭✭ctrl-alt-delete


    i thougt it was excellent, and i really enjoyed reading it, be proud of this one, although you may think its childish in style etc, i think it works really well, flows well and to be honest i could have read another 10 stanza's like that, well done.


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