What I Miss Most

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

I miss the lads.

I miss those crisp clear nights,
when the frost glistens in the moonlight.
I miss those lonely exposed hills,
lashed by the rain.
I miss the young and innocent faces,
some of whom we’ll never see again.

I miss the laughter and the crack.

I miss their morbid humour,
the childish pranks and unspoken laws.
I miss the sense of belonging,
that unique bond.
I miss youth at its best,
though i’ll grow old, unlike the rest.

What I miss most?

I miss the lads.

James Love

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