Of Friends and Comrades

Of friends and comrades with whom I once served
now spread about this earth,
long lost, to ever see again
to know of friendships worth.

Where are now, these missing friends of mine
would chance to meet them be
now gone, and never to return
and sadly no more to see.

These ghostly figures that stay in my mind
those faces I see with closed eyes
the voices I hear, remind me of them
whenever thoughts of them rise.

How can I forget, all those days that I served
those times of a friendlier bliss
when today all I have is a memory
of those that I knew, and really do miss.

Copyright © Mike Hillier 1990 to 2000

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