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Johny, my dear old friend
I had the pleasure, beyond any measure,
to meet my old friend after years.
Johny was his name, He looked the same,
Only in his eyes I saw tears.
As he was crying, I was trying
to figure out the reason that could be.
Knowing it well, everything he would tell,
he would be sharing with me.
In a pub we sat , to have a little chat
Over a few pints of beer,
when his cellphone rang, Up from chair he sprang,
Slowly walked outside, saying ‘Oh dear!’
Returning to his chair, said ‘I know it’s not fare
to leave you alone this way,
Please wait for me here, soon I shall be back my dear,
I have so much things to say. '
Saying ‘ Hurry I must’, he drove away fast
waving his hand at me.
I was there, sitting on the chair,
till afternoon half past three.
Where now could he be ? Who could tell me?
Why did he leave in a haste?
I walked up and down, everywhere in the town
but no one could put my mind at rest
Hours gone past, then at last,
I returned home walking a long way ,
A few friends of mine, came home at nine
in the morning next day.
They all looked very sad, A bad news they had,
Johny died in an accident last night.
As per his practice in the past, he was driving very fast
when a truck hit his car from right.
With friends of our club, when I go to that pub,
it appears to me Johny is there.
With a glass of beer, he is smiling at us all
sitting in one corner on a chair.