Run My Friend Run ...

He used to be our poet when he was still here. He entertained us with all his silly jokes and stories from his competition.

When shall we meet again?

p/s: *poem below quoted from my ex-coll, Mr Flying Pig*

~ Run my friend run, when your tear had dried and let the sweat drop for you.
~ Run my friend run, when your sound had lost and let your breath cry for you.
~ Run my friend run, when your heart can’t hold the pain and let your steps ease for you.
~ Run my friend run, when your hope is gone and let every round is a tomorrow for you.
~ Run my friend run, when your body is cold and let your blood warm for you.
~ Run my friend run, when your courage is lost and let the wind protect you.