Great mate expectations
*A silly 5 minute poem I wrote for a long time mate of mine.
I know a lass called Tri
We’ve sold enough holidays and car hires to start our own biz in the travel industry.
We moved to Tenerife for a life by the sea
7 days of mad filled drunkness I got scared to work at a pub without my best mate beside me.
we fell out as all good friendships do
and three days later we found ourselves re entering Yorkshire-
We didn’t speak for a year or two.
Memories of bussing it to cover a short staffed branch.
Eating boiled sweets ,laughing at our quirky granny attitude — tummy in stitches.
The next moment we could be screaming at each other-people scarpered before they got covered by under our verbal avalanche.
Opposite in twice as many ways
Young and careless-we had our confused days.
Hit the clubs straight from work.
Uniforms still on for an early start shift
the next morning.
We knew how to work hard and play hard — we could separate the two/
We made a great team — always ready with a coffee from Merry England and a cig
-work life was never boring.
Navigating our friendship we sometimes got it wrong
If only we could see how much we wished we could swop bodies-oh to see then that we were wrong to think that would make us feel we belong.
The truth is we drifted apart and life carried on
Until one day we found each other again
we had grown from life’s lessons
More chilled, less judgmental, less temperamental and both married
Me with my child-
My little mate is about to become a first time mum.
I’m so glad we found each other again-both in our dirty thirties-This time round I see my mate and I count my blessings
LOVE YA LOADS.