Old Friends
The Ghost denied
he was a Ghost,
though clearly
I saw through --
Someone I knew
in life, back then
quite pink, substantial
with lots
and lots to do –
tried and tried
convincing him
all to no avail,
myself even now
more pale
till recognized he
dear friend, himself
who had
read my eulogy….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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