O An Old Friend

Sitting in my favourite cafe,
Having a cup of tea,
I happened on a old friend,
Very dear to me.

He looked so tired and weary,
He looked so very sad,
It really made me wonder,
What made his world go bad,

He said he had his problems,
He said his wife had left,
Drink was his companion,
Hope had also gone.

Now A.A. is his good friend,
His head is still in bits
But hope is around the corner,
If he would let it in.