To My Poet Friend
He is my poet friend
I know his voice
through the stroking of his pen
A kind-hearted gentle giant,
who towers above lesser humans
His compassion has made him grow
into a mountain of benevolence
I do not know him personally,
but I feel I know him very well
Kindred spirits
have this unique ability,
we can always tell
one of our own
Possessing hope unsullied ... faith full-blown
He's like a wise king to me,
someone who enjoys walking amongst the people,
more than sitting on his throne
This is why he is my poet friend
I'm soothed by his voice
through the stroking of his pen
Aaah, yes ... his poetry
This distinctive voice is what first attracted me,
made me ponder deep things
Made me laugh at human foibles
with his articulate phrasings
I am humbled that he considers me
as one of his poet friends
This simply reveals the heart of the man,
it's big enough to let most anyone in
A tribute to my beloved friend, Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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