That simple word
I’ve used a thousand times
For all the terms of friendship
lived and not discussed
For what just is, that lives
And breathes with no effort to do so
A special feeling
For each and
Universal –
And for all the conversations that go here and there
– the cheer, the banter, the yarn, the craic,
It’s the warmth of a steady fire, often lit
It’s the call you always take
The nod you love to give, it’s
The smile inside his name
And even when he’s far
He’s near, yep
He’s my mate
It’s that simple

Martin © 2026