I Will Visit My Friend - Visitor's Poem
by Patti Richards
(St Julians, Malta, Europe)
Life is too busy, life is too fast Life isnât 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 energyâs sapped My home life in turmoil, Iâm hopelessly trapped I think of you often, at least I will write Iâll explain my absence; Iâll 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 Itâs too late to call to tell you my friend How I miss you already And shall âtill my end.
© Patti Richards 2004
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