My Friend

As I traveled along the road one day,

I saw a friend along the way

Shoulders bowed,

And head hung low,

I wondered why he walked so slow.

“Why did he go?” I heard him say,

And shake his head in deep dismay.

Tears that fell

On cheeks so pale,

I asked him “Friend, are you not well?”

He did not answer me, not at all

As he stopped to lean against a wall

Dropping down,

To sit on the ground

Loudly, I heard him moan.

“Lord, why did you take my friend from me?

Like a brother, he was as family.”

So I approached,

And lightly spoke,

“Friend, be well, I am not gone.”

Alas, I knew he heard me not,

For I had moved on, though not forgot.

Remember me,

For I’ll always be

Your brother, your friend.

For all eternity.