Bertie by Ian Copestick

Well, I’ve just heard that another
One has gone, to drugs. an old
Friend that I grew up with. Now I’m
Not saying that he was in any way
Special or remarkable, he wasn’t.
If anything he was a shady,
Thieving little prick. The type
That if you shook his hand, you’d
Better count your fingers afterwards
But still, when it’s someone
Who you’ve known all of your
Life, been through times both
Good and bad with, it still
Hits home.
It’s not like I ever wanted to
Meet him again, but now that
I know that I will never again see
His gormless grin……….
No !
I am not being honest here
After all of the stunts he
Pulled on me, I could have
Quite easily killed him myself.
But still
It’s one more gone
Another piece of my past
That has been erased
And that’s
I feel


Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England. He has published 40 poems in 10 different Zi and plans to keep on doing it and hopefully out a book.

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