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
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~
That's great Peggy
Did you write that, Peggy? So touching!
I did. Thanks!
That is very good!
You are multi talented!
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