Open Poetry #50 |
Friends |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
You know I got to thinking... Of what real friendship is- And figured out just why they say That ignorance is bliss.. I find I'm well past sixty- As I look back down the years Of heartache and of hardship Perhaps a million tears No matter how I weigh it I find this to be true That when it comes to friendship I've only had a few. I guess that my old Grandpa Was really my first friend He gave me all the love he had And loved me till the end. When I was very little And after a hard day He always found the time and strength To spend with me in play. Then as he grew older- Hard work took a dread toll- As he drew near the crossing Where death's dark waters roll All though my life was shameful And I caused his tears to fall I was still his little buddy And he loved me through it all. I used to have a brother It's true we'd often fight We had our share of problems Did not do each other right- But when it came to trouble Or facing an attack I never had a single doubt That he would watch my back. With age we both grew harder More resolute inside- And seldom showed emotions Too bound by foolish pride... One night when he was drinking And cheating on his wife A coward took a shotgun And with it took his life. When he died, part of me did- We were all each other had I thought that time would heal the wound But it still hurts me bad. So after I consider And all is done and said- The few friends that I have had I must confess are dead. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Death is easy. Surviving, and being tasked with the telling of the tale, not so much. You've done so with elegance though. Your friends live so long as the memories of them do. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
What a tragic story, John. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
John...You are so right my friend, True friends are very rare and should hold a special place in our hearts to be cherished always. Enjoyed the poem very much...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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