He never more again will drink, laugh and make merry at his old favourite pub the Rhyme and Song
And he never grew foul mouthed or abusive even though he had been drinking all night long
He was the same old Peter drunk or sober a gentle soul and always nice to meet
He will be missed by his mates at the Local and by everyone who knew him on his street
He loved the drink the life of every party and sad to think the life from him has gone
But for as long as there is life in those who knew him fond memories of him in them will live on
Of the local Football Club a senior member he never more will cheer them as they play
The reaper took him quickly he did not suffer he turned eighty on his last birthday
A character such as he is not seen often without him the local pub a duller place
He was a fellow with the gift of laughter and he always had a big smile on his face
We need the good old characters like Peter a man who made the most of every day
He did love life and he was a people person about him he had such a lovely way
Tis sad to think that he is gone forever but fond memories of him with his friends will remain
He will be missed by everyone who knew him and will we ever see his likes again?

Francis Duggan

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