The Yellow House

i sit in my car in front of the yellow house i smile at the fond memories of a friend who used to live there i wish that he would have just taken his time that day i wish he would have driven carefully that day i wish that he would have taken that curve slowly that day however, he was killed instantly in a head on collision rushing to get to work on time i will never forget the day he helped me out of a bind i will never forget his friendliness without a drop of judgment i will give him some much deserved applause by clapping 44 times may his memory live on as time progresses and changes i depart in my car from the yellow house the new occupants are getting suspicious i wave at the yellow house and thank the original owner by his name appreciate the friends and the family that you have you never know the happenings of the day or the next