He was young
And so was I
I can still recall
The day he died
Ours was a deep love
Born in a time of innocence
Of playing games and sharing a baseball glove
Games of tag and jumping the neighbor's fence
He was a best friend
When such words need not exist
A time of not having to contend
A time of goodness of heart and bliss
Mutually we shared the joy of being
Embracing the warmth of our love
Though he may be gone from my seeing
I still feel his presence from on high above
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Poetry & Prose
PoetryHello and welcome. What follows is an eclectic collection of poems and some prose, spawned from this author's mind; often a visceral response to intellectual and at times, philosophical pursuance spanning from the mundane to worldly of subject mat...
