A Lost Life

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.

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