Kindred Spirits
"A True Kindred Spirit." He called me once.
He saw something in me that gave me drive;
Fire burning I never felt inside.
In red pen he spelled out in these block fonts
A mantra that I hold dear to this day.
He wrote me; "Use petrol if necessary."
And "Don't let them take your fire away."
Oh, kindred we were, in sense and in taste;
A penchant for Guinness and for Whiskey,
Shooting stars across a wild sea of dreams.
And though we both had similar vision;
A passion to change the world around us;
Only he has the voice, the muse, to try;
Words as powerful few and far between
He gives a generation a new voice.
If I had only one friend in my life,
I didn't deserve to have it at all.
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