Len

Once upon a long ago Len became my closet friend visible only to my 12 year old eyes 5 ft 9,he was just about my size Helping me through the loneliest time We would write some sad poetry together in mind I was slightly small But..that hardly mattered at all Happy, the two of us could BE Shy and all together silent He was the only one who could see through my talent The words in music and verse We would put down the emotion in pen of chorus It was US against THEM(they must have been blind) to castigate this friendship without first understanding the meaning Up against the brick wall THEIR world considered us somewhat stupid and oh!so small Our brain was reeling from their fundamental cruelty of pain This poetry that we had composed was torn to shread(IN FRONT OF OUR EYES) Len was the only one to help me see beyond the pettiness of an I GOT TO HAVE IT ALL kind of world My elementary school chums would punch us in the nose Called us asinine names:TWO PANSIES WEARING PANTY HOSE Len disappeared some several years back He left me for good after graduating from high school It has been a lonely existence since then I was the only one who could understand my friend,LEN Quiet now , in my 30+years Poetry is the only partner of my life Right here,even as I write.. ..I OFTEN THINK OF MY "LEN" EVERY NIGHT!!