A Letter
Signed a friend
And now the skies are turning gray
On this morbid, gloomy day.
But I am fine, for all the while
I stand over your grave and smile.
My good man, is it not odd
That force of will and force of God
Still could not keep away your end,
Could still not keep your threads to mend.
But even though the blame is shared,
It is I whose life was spared.
Now you’ve left and will not return
Until I have a chance to learn
About the rights and wrongs of life,
About my blessings and my strife.
And if somehow we meet once more,
I’ll gladly greet you at the door.
But until then I will not weep
And your memories I shall not keep.
For what awaits as yet unfurled?
A madness to shadow the world?
Or does your absence really speak
Of better things to dream, to seek?
So goodbye Hope, and farewell Youth.
I bid thee gone, forsaken truth.
And though I rise to face the dawn,
Ere you return, I may be gone.
(2003)
I recently went through my first email account from when I was in high school, and in my sent box I was happy to find several dozen poems, though I was not so happy to find that most of those poems, as usually comes from so early a career (and so often later, as can be undoubtedly seen from my other posts), were pretty terrible. This one however I deemed passable enough to let it see the light of day once again.
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