My Friend Bob Poem by Jeff Stoddart

Rich in the wild, free, Romany way he rests in Devon earth
Suffering now all gone, he sleeps in the cradle of his birth
And all left behind remember,
A man cut down in the warm September of his years.

We buried my friend Bob today and many came to grieve
Sad and lonely people, tears falling on handkerchief and sleeve
As we laid to rest our friend, in the truest sense
An end to all those years of friendship....gone.
But not forgotten.

We buried my friend Bob today, some men pass through your life
Like ships they pass you by, my friend Bob he came and stayed
And now these tears I cry they melt away, for in my heart I see
The memories I treasure of the time he spent with me.

Back to the earth he lies and all he touched shed tears
No truer friend shall I ever find....
Though I search for a thousand years.