My Friend Rae
My friend Rae
On 13th, day, 3rd, month, 1973, I lost Rae.
I was 30 years old on that sad, fateful day.
30 years later, on a river, I relived that time.
On a bolder, I told him to let go, in a rhyme,
it was time to depart, let go of the pain.
Spirit wondering here, nothing to gain.
Forty six years have now past, I pray
his Soul, in this dimension , did not stay.
That he is no longer wandering the river, Grand.
That he is at peace, among the angles he doth stand.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 13th, 2019
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2019
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