My favorite box
Still holds the treasure from you
Twenty eight years passed
jj
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You were the lover I never kissed
You were the friend that never grew old
You were the father that never did hold
You were the brother in the small dark hours
You were the child I watched like a flower
Now,
like a star, you watch from over head
Knowing all the questions you left
And I
like an unborn seed
Walk this earth instead
Anguished
and Spirit
dead
jjames 5/97 in memory of Joe
Passing my time
On an old park bench
What's on my mind?
I let my thoughts just
float away
And in this moment
I see a wise and lonely face
He takes a seat beside me
Caught in his disadvantaged grace
As he asks a question
I can see it in his eyes
He wants nothing from me
So I think I'll lend an ear
this time
I feel our differences
As the stories start to unwind
His journey's not the same as mine
But it's funny, I see myself within
his eyes
Now I hate to end it
But my time is running dim
So regretfully I stand & say goodbye
To this momentary friend
in time.
For Ben 2013 joni james