Ode To A Friend
An encouraging voice, A watchful eye. From the window he would always watch, Ever so vigalent. A comforting voice, Always there to listen. At night he would check, Make sure I was tightly under the covers. Filled with patience, Never in a hurry. Whenever pain crept in, He was the first to my side. Willing to risk infection, To make you feel better. He'd spend his whole day with you, If even a moan you would make. A gentle touch, A sweet lullaby. If visitors were to come along, He greeted them all one by one. Wisdom beyond his years, Years beyond his time. He was always with us, But too humble to stand out. Never a bad word would he speak, Nor would he refuse to help anyone with a need. Compassion radiated from his eyes, Much as the respect he demanded. An old man that never stood out, He was forever the one behind the scenes. Now in his death, He will be known. He was my only true friend... He was my cat... Spiffy. Never shall it be said, That he was lost behind those scenes. March 28, 2002 15:17 pm Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 04:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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