I Will Visit My Friend - Visitor's Poem
by Patti Richards
(St Julians, Malta, Europe)
Life is too busy, life is too fast
Life isn’t what it was in the past
I want to visit or call and say hi
I never actually do it, but I really do try
The weeks flash on by, they turn into years
The demands of living, the unreasonable fears
I still think of you and I will visit you soon
Our friendship revived, our friendship resumed
The workload increases, my energy’s sapped
My home life in turmoil, I’m hopelessly trapped
I think of you often, at least I will write
I’ll explain my absence; I’ll tell you my plight
This morning I read with utter desolation
There in the obituary is the affirmation
My good friend is dead; all I can do is weep
I promised to visit my guilt is so deep
I held your love in the palm of my hand
And let it vanish like prints in the sand
It’s too late to call to tell you my friend
How I miss you already
And shall ‘till my end.
© Patti Richards 2004
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