The 40 years of friendship

It's oh so lonley in that shroud
Can't see a flower or a cloud
With eyelids closed the eyes can't see
He's Dead and only Eighty Three

The years have come the years have passed
And there he lies, the plot all grassed
He's had a life that many wish
That they'd had time to sit and fish

Fishing, Golfing, Archery
They'd all got bored, but no not he
He'd worked for Fifty years or more
And sat with rod and line on shore

Caravaning, Poetry they were there as well
The life he'd led assured him a seat away from Hell
When he arrives up there in heaven
He'll be with friends,Five, Six, Or Seven?

They've been up there for many years
Wrinkled faces wet with tears
Waiting the with Gods own Son
Now, out of Nine, there's only one

Standing there he's all alone
Transfixed as if he's made of stone
He has outlived every one
And now he is the only One