I Could Feel His Ghost Just Tagging Along
I Could Feel His Ghost Just Tagging Along
Why were there white stones arranged on the grave
no symmetry, just haphazard and crying out
as if to say, hey here your good friend lays
and my heart thought, O' yes he always gave.
But that chilly dawn rose up to speak bold
about life, love and freezing icy death
just that downcast thought caught me by surprise
next I felt several thousand years old.
Walking away back to my lonely abode
I could feel his ghost just tagging along
Even heard a few of its swaggering words
Tale tales just like old Jim once proudly told.
That night I fell asleep talking to him.
He was there and laughing, my friend old Jim.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb. 5th 1979
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Note= Old Jim was an old friend of mine back then.
Sure, he drank whiskey every day and made to the age of 87!
I did so miss him and our games of dominoes.
We had our joyful talk that night and the ghost vanished.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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