A short eulogy poem of a friend of 40 years taken by cancer
A small lad in the playground with a slightly crooked grin,
His candle shines so brightly it’s very rarely dim.
The flame is scattered across his friends it’s a lovely sight,
This young boy called Barry plays with lots of might.
His spirit and his effort it doesn’t go unseen,
He’s a chosen player for the football team.
I’m left back in the school eleven & Barry’s on the right,
We play throughout a season unbeaten with delight.
Champions Yes we are, and not just in this side,
Through lots of special moments a friendship very wide.
Holidays at home & Holidays abroad,
Clubs & pubs & Festivals his friends around adored.
Scooterthons in summer from the Holy Tree,
This guys a Brentford fan that one could call a Bee.
Bungee jumps & Cricket stumps & rafting in North Wales,
Lots of fun & lots of laughter O so many Tales.
The flame began to flicker but it still is shone bright,
This good friend called Barry wouldn’t leave without a fight.
He’s battled on regardless still with lots grace,
Let’s celebrate his life today his friendship has been Ace.