When I think about what to say,
I wonder sometimes if I’d have my way,
In a society that suggests we succeed
I wonder sometimes whose advice I heed.
A childhood friend of mind died today
I wonder sometimes if I’m in the way.
He lived his life spreading a certain wealth
Not at all the sort that merits charms stealth
Instead his words, his eyes, his spirit held
Not at all the sort of ill-found materials felled.
He died without notice, a sort of a calling
Not at all like the sort wants to be found falling.
I lost a friend today, perhaps a name from childhood
If I could try again I wonder if my life be a solid wood.