When close friends depart this life,
And voice, by time, is stilled.
There's left within our hearts a void,
With fond memories to be filled.
In dawns muted hours, I still recall,
Jerry's witticism as if today.
Though recent years have bolted,
Since time whispered him away.
Theretofore I'd regarded not pain,
As being part of our friendship's cost.
Until death's gurney slowly passed,
And I beheld the friend I'd lost.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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