Daver Austin Poet Free verse

To Don Carlson - My Room Dwelling Friend- In Memorium

So    it's to say as much as    everyone
                                                        eventually
    finds a room to live in
        (my friend    perhaps    sooner than others)
When he walked out    though
                                          out on the town
                                          with generous courage
    confused        a willing joy
When he met our eyes
                                out on the town
    with his runaway own
                                   waiting to share room
I was sorry then
                      sorry now
Not remorseful then
                      not now
    but    hoping    hoping he had a friend in his room
So    gone running    to meet a friend
         (a great throng of friends    to my mind)
    who waited just outside

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Andrea Dietrich May 26, 2010 at 6:31 PM A very nice memorial, Daver. Who was this man? well, I am going now to work finally on my Adam/Eve poem. Wish me luck. Luv, andrea

Carrie Richards December 7, 2008 at 4:59 PM Thank you Daver, for guiding me to this poem of yours. It gives me goosebumps to read it, but not in a depressing way. It has a rather uplifting, positive look at death, and not a thing to fear. A wonderful poem, excellent write! I love your work! Thank you for reading and commenting on mine. ~ Carrie

Carol Sunshine Brown November 19, 2008 at 5:54 AM Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Daver. Love, Carol

November 17, 2008 at 12:07 PM Moving poem. Congratulations on having it featured. I wish you continued success with your writing. Karen

Vince Suzadail Jr. November 17, 2008 at 9:23 AM Congrats Daver!! This one finally got featured. God Bless. Vince

Carrie Richards November 17, 2008 at 6:22 AM A very touching poem, Daver. Worthy of your friend, and worthy to be a featured poem this week. Blessings~ Carrie

Elaine George November 17, 2008 at 4:06 AM Hi Dave, Very deep and moving, my friend. Love, lainie

Brian Strand November 16, 2008 at 11:54 PM Congrats on your feature write this week Daver>rgds Brian

Deneen White September 10, 2008 at 3:05 PM a very great write with an interesting perspective, if you have one or two true friends in your lifetime that is a blessing, sometimes people only come into our lives for a brief season, sometimes that is all that is meant to be, thanks for your comments on my writes, take care D-nyce

Vince Suzadail Jr. September 10, 2008 at 9:15 AM Interesting write. Someday the circle may be unbroken. True friendships may last beyond a lifetime. God Bless. Vince

Mohammad Yamin August 31, 2008 at 4:42 PM Daver, your poem is moving - a sad description very well written. No one has a friend in the room. They all wait outside for one to settle down and slowly leave. Soon enough you are forgotten. This is the way of the world. Highly passionate and emotional poem. -Mohammad