Originally Posted by PamelaJune

Nigel, I have known this poem I am about to write since I was a young teenager. As soon as I read this below it came to me, well, it doesn't have to come to me, I have long remembered it. It is seared in my mind. I'm sure you will agree, there are many similarities;

The sea was rough, the wind was high
For clouds we could not see the sky

Yet still we walked across the sand
Just remembering hand in hand

But this was it, the end was near
I swiftly brushed away a tear

I would not cry nor let him see
How much he really meant to me.