Tuesday, May 31, 2016


Down the road , around the bend
Lived a man who was my friend...
He had no wife or other kin,
how lonely this man must have been!

A squeaky porch swing where he sat
swayed back and forth as he stroked
his cat.

Each day I’d pass and wave and
smile, but had no time to stay a while.
Important duties beckoned me,
I had things to do and people to see. 

“I’ll visit soon,” I called to my friend
 As on I hurried ‘round the bend.

"I’ll surely do it,”  I averred,
I’ll stop and visit – keep my word!
We’ll  talk and laugh and have a drink
It’s nice to have a friend, I think.

But Time waits for no one – it hurries past
and promises made seldom last.

The news came early via phone
My friend had died – all alone.
my heart beat faster when I heard
“If only I had kept my word.”

And now, I visit where he sat, swing
back and forth and stroke his cat.

   ©2016 Peggy Toney Horton~


Karen Voigt said...

That's great Peggy

Barbara Rollins Cook said...

Did you write that, Peggy? So touching!

Peggy~ said...

I did. Thanks!

Barbara Rowe-Williams said...

That is very good!

Peggy~ said...

Thanks, Barb!

Barbara Rowe-Williams said...

You are multi talented!

Peggy~ said...