Jack
I went back home to my old town a little
while ago;
I though I'd pay a visit to old friends I used
to know.
For long ago,I had gone to live, in a land across
the sea,
And I wondered if my old pals still remembered
me.
First port of call just had to be 58,Green Lane,
And as I walked along the road,it all looked just
the same.
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I knocked quite firmly on the door ,I heard the
bolt pulled back,
and when the door was opened there stood my old
friend,Jack!
For barely a brief moment he looked into my eye
;
then with a beam of recognition, he began to cry.
He hugged me close a moment then shook me by the
hand;
"Its good to see you again"he said,"yes, it's really
grand"
"I've missed you since you went away, come inside
and see,
there are many of your old pals here,,just like
it used to be."
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I'd spent many happy hours at Jacks' house those
long years ago,
It was more like home to me,back then, than any
other place I know.
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We talked of many things that night all gathered
in that room,
"Do you remember "? was the question often asked;
"of what or where or whom."?
What ever did become of: Mickey, Rick or Jim;
Can anybody tell me ,"what became of them"?
I learnt that some had married ,had children of
thier own,
and some of them,,just as I did, had simply left
the town.
We talked a lot about the times that had long since
gone,
of the times we had together,the laughter and the
fun.
of bad times and of good times when we were young
and free,
We were happy that we shared them, on that we all
agreed.
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I'd spent many happy hours at Jacks' house those
long years ago,
It was more like home to me,back then, than any
other place I know.
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The rest of the night passed quickly,then I went
on my way;
I vowed that I would visit soon! on another day.
The days fled by so swiftly,then months then years
were past;
I really hadn't noticed time flying by so fast.
I was so busy working,the children growing too,
with lots of overtime to work,I had so much to
do.
Then one day I got a call to say that Jack had
been,
taken to the hospital.There's something wrong with
him.
I went down to the hospital, and I asked a nurse,
"Please tell where's my old friend,Jack,is he any
worse"?
"Dear Jack" she said, he is our star, he's fine,as
you will see,
You'll find on the second floor,Ward C2, helping
serve the tea.
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I'd spent many happy hours at Jacks' house those
long years ago,
It was more like home to me,back then, than any
other place I know.
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Sure enough it was just had the nurse had said
,
"He'll be back soon" called a voice,from another
bed.
When Jack came in and saw me there, he said "Hello
old Son",
"I'm so happy now I've seen you, so glad that you
have come".
"So!", I said,"What's wrong with you?it gave me
quite a fright,
to hear you were in hospital". He said "Oh I'm
alright",
"no really, I am fine".he said "Im sure,soon it
soon will pass".
"Now tell me what you've been up to,since I saw
you last "
We chatted for a long time and shared a cup of
tea
happily together, till nearly half past three.
The last thing I remember from that sunny day
were, these last words he said to me,as I went
upon my way.
"You know old son,to me your very dear".
"I've known you all your life and it is very clear,
We,ve become good friends,and as it's clearly shown,
Your as close as my own family,your like one of
my own".
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I'd spent many happy hours at Jacks' house those
long years ago,
It was more like home to me,back then, than any
other place I know.
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Though some memories will fade, I know I wont forget
Those final words he spoke to me. We stood there
on the step;
we said goodbye that day,standing by the door,
"Don't worry mate I'll soon be home!",he sounded
very sure.
I walked away,down the steps,then onto the last
stair
I turned to wave goodbye again,but he wasn't there.
(Perhaps that was an omen)!
Jack did go home again, that I am glad to say,
But that was the last time I saw him,before he
passed away.
He died a few weeks later, it was at Easter time
that year,
and it took a long while afterwards to wipe away
my tears.
On that bitter cold St.George's Day,as we laid
him to his rest,
I could feel my heart was breaking deep inside
my chest;
We said our final goodbye! was that it,the end!
(perhaps not)
His family had lost thier dad, I'd lost my dearest
friend.
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I'd spent many happy hours at Jacks' house those
long years ago,
It was more like home to me,back then, than any
other place I know.
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George.W.Packman(2006)