Sunday nights at the Hastings
Old Alan, Trev and me,
A four pints of mild night
Each one costing sixteen p.
And then we were joined by
The Rev Ken G Beake
And so we continued for years
Week after week after week.
The Rev Ken got moved
So we were back to three
Old Alan left the company
Leaving just Trev and me.
More than fifteen years we met
But the walk there got a chore
So we very amicably decided
We'd not meet up any more.
Then mortality struck and first
Old Allan and Ken were gone
And for the next few years
Life moved inexorably on.
Yesterday goodbye to Trev,
Nearly came to shedding tears,
And now that just leaves me
Of those friends of many years.
Sunday nights at the Hastings
Whatever the season or weather
A group of good friends enjoying
Their weekly gathering together.
There's only me left now,
The other three being gone
But in my treasured memories
Each one of them lives on.
