Does It Matter to You
This poem was written in loving memory of my friend Bruce.
He was a big, burly teddy bear of a man with a wonderful gentle heart.
I was with him and held his hand when he died of AIDS 13 years ago this May.
While this poem might seem sad to most, it is meant to be my expression
of the great honor he bestowed to me in allowing me to
share his very final moments in this world.
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Does It Matter to You
One day you came to me
Does it matter to you if I come by to talk?
No, my friend, please come, we'll go for a walk
We shared ideas and we shared dreams
It was the best of times so it seemed
One day you came to me
Does it matter to you if I'm gay or straight?
No, my friend, be happy and celebrate!
I want you to be proud and stand tall
Just be true to yourself above it all
One day you came to me
Does it matter to you that I'm ill?
No, my friend, I'll stay with you still
I prayed to God for His goodwill
Bless him; give him strength to climb over this hill
One day you came to me
Does it matter to you that I'm now dying?
No, my friend, if you don't mind if I stay with you crying?
Death will never break our bond apart
I love you, you'll always be in my heart.
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