Absent Friends
He sits by the window and gazes
at the mountains all distant and blue
and I see the vista then raises
fond memories of days spent with you.
He's wondering where you are roaming
and where you'll be camping tonight
and recalling how through the gloaming
you all yarned by the fire's warm light.
He is seeing the gold of the wattle
and smelling the scent of the gum
and smiles at the thought of the bottle
that held the last drop of the rum.
He savours the black tea that he drinks
as he reclines against an old log
and smokes on his pipe while he thinks
as he fondles his faithful old dog.
How sweetly memories have beckoned
and lightened his burden of gloom
just for the glimpse of a second
he was freed from this hospital room.
He lowers his eyes as if grieving
the lack of the Evening Star
and we both know soon he'll be leaving
to join his old friends where they are.
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