A Lost Friend

The empty desk in the room Sits so still, shrouded in gloom And anyone who sits there sits upon doom For he once sat in the now empty desk in the room He was gone so quick Leaving our minds sad and sick And now grief or grievance we must pick We make the choice for he who was gone so quick There were three people in the car that day Joking and laughing all their worries away How the day was led so astray Will only be known to the two who walked away The desk still sits empty and alone His life, brightly once shone It like all good things are prone Was wasted, and away it was thrown