The Card
A friend has left without a word
his soul slipped out last night.
The illness laid his body waste
but not without a fight.
Prayers were sent with loving thought
but more I meant to say.
To use the phone and speak hello
or visit one fine day.
The time had come with mind made up
to let him know I cared.
With pen to card a loving note
my friendship I declared.
The envelope was licked and sealed
this time I would not fail
It wanted nothing more to send
just address for the mail
A common friend I sought for help
and quickly he replied
No need for card or phone calls now
our friend this morning died.
With nothing left to do or say
I sat in silence deep
My efforts late to no avail
my heart began to weep
Our worlds move on in separate paths
so busy every day
Consumed by self we shuffle on
with words we meant to say
But time won’t pause not even once
and cards are left unread.
Chances slip away for good
and leave regrets instead.
Copyright © John Curtis | Year Posted 2013
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