A Friend In Passing

Along the path I chose, I met a man A kindred spirit drifting in the wind Like me, he was the youngest of his clan We both were wounded warriors on the mend Instilled with principles he would not bend He traveled with me miles through sun and rain It was my privilege to call him friend I leaned on him as if he was my cane But when I met a girl, I changed my lane Then took a turn toward my destiny His recent passing now leaves me in pain Because he brought out all the best in me Though paths may join, at some point they must part Then sadness fills the void left in the heart by Daniel Turner in memory of my friend Ron