He was smiling as he strolled towards me
There was personality in his walk
A swagger, and a smile.
He had a fiver in his hand
He placed in mine
Then with our hands entwined
He said ... I heard you singing and I said to my son 'That's a pal of mine.'
We played on the same team for a while
St. ANNES ... although I was supposed to be a Thomas Davis' boy
We were 12 or 13, not yet men
I suppose we were pals then, too
I can't say we were close
We almost bashed each other one night
But instead of a fight it became a funny story that we would regale to each other as years and longer passed
More smiles
If we weren't close then why am I crying
We were a lot closer than we knew
Ask not for whom the bells tolls
It tolls for me
It tolls for you
Goodbye pal
Goodbye friend
I hope to see you again
I wasnt there to learn
He wasn't there to teach
The subject matter didn't matter
With it me he could not reach
I can't remember his name, but to us he was Milo.
A small man with a beautiful soul
He had shares in Maguire & Paterson
He would regale us with tales of long ago
One of us asked him one day
At the end of one of his tales from long ago
'Sir, would you like to live your life all over again?'
Sir thought about it for what seemed an eternity
And with a sad and defeated look on his face
He said, 'No.'
A most profound lesson
