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May 2017
My best friend died at Home last week
He wasn’t  old – the same age as me
His sister phoned to let me know
She knew that we were very close

When she told me he had died
My heart gave way and then I cried
I cried all day and cried all night
I wish I had been there by his side

I cursed myself for being abroad
And leaving the land where I was born
I miss my Home and miss my friends
And yearn to return Home again

Sometimes when I close my eyes
I see his face and his kind smile
He really was a good friend
I hope he smiled to the very end
Written by
Chris Obiora  M/London, UK
(M/London, UK)   
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