They Called Me Doc
Yes, I'm your huckleberry,
but I do not like you because
you are too much like me; having
a big hole in your heart.
Like me, you are mad with the
world for having ever been born.
But unlike me, you don't have a
friend. Realistically, you are alone.
I used to pull teeth as a dentist.
I later became very good with a gun
and assisted a friend in putting down
the most vicious gang in the West.
An acquaintance once said to me, "Oh,
I have lots of friends". My reply to him
was simply, "I don't". That's right. Some
may be blessed with many friends.
Nevertheless, I have only one true friend.
As a friend, I stood by him until the end.
As a friend, he was with me as I lay dying.
'A friend in need is a friend in deed'.
031224PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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