Friendships Road
We once were very dear, close friends.
But since I did not die, I no longer matter?
Unless a tearful funeral takes place?
In his heart, for me,there is no longer any space.
I never will understand, why death makes
a bloodless corpse, so grand .
And from the living, we withdraw our warm
frienship’s living trusted hand?
It’s beyond lunacy to honor, a cold body
each day!
Build statues to one, pretending it will
rise and walk our way?
The worse part is actively pushing old
friends who love us far, far away.
I think the dead are gone, and it is for our
living friends, to care for, love and pray.
2/19/2023
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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