Today I heard
my friend Peter,
was not here any more.
He had decided
to put on his big construction boots,
pack up his tools,
check the oil and water
in his big fancy computerised car,
stroke the black and white doggies for the last time,
and drive off in to the golden sunlight.
Peter is not someone I would have imagined
to leave here so early.
Too kind and generous,
with most certainly a penchant
for cucumber sandwiches,
and just a little drop of red wine.
Bye bye dear Peter.