To John,a gentleman and friend
I drink this cup of beer.
To John whose patience has no end,
So kind and so sincere.
Let all bereavements,griefs go by.
The search will yield the fruits.
And hope and trust will never die
Along the roads you chose.
I hope we'll meet someday again.
In your land or in mine.
For mutual health we'll both pray
And drink some beer or wine.
And all the countries of the Isles
You served us with your golden smile.
5.08.12.
England.
A sonnet for John
© Copyright: Зелиг Лихтер, 2012
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