The Reply
I called for my dearest oldest friend, on my death bed as I was reaching the end.
I said... “Before I am laid to rest, I need to get a few things off my chest.
And when I am finished please reply, so that in peace on my bed I can finally die.”
And I cried...
“In the beginning we walked hand in hand, building dreams and playing in the sand.
But it seems you changed and so did I. I wanted to walk and you wanted to fly.
It seems like you always had something to prove. You only slowed down, when I wanted to move.
You slipped away and quickly were spent. I'm still not sure exactly where you went.
I found true love, but it didn't find me. A new friend broke my heart and left it to bleed.
You came and healed me, drying my tears. To lose you again was by biggest fear.
So I tried to keep up and change with you. Your moods would swing from the sun to the moon.
You never stopped when I wanted to cry. You didn't even wait when my father died.
I went under the knife for the damage you've caused. The surgeon said it was all your fault.
You gave me gray hair at age 29. You were supposed to be on my side.
You ran out on me when I most needed you. But I must confess, that I hurt you too.
I took you for granted and made such a waste of all your chances and gifts that you gave.
I threw you away like yesterday's dinner. If I killed you would that make me a Saint or a sinner?
You've given me wisdom and taught me patience. For good memories, I will always be gracious.
There are things about you I could never love, but my mother warned me you could get tough.
You robbed me like a thief in the night! So look me in the eye! And tell me! Why?"
The room went silent as I peered in those eyes and you know my friend never could tell a lie. So I had to laugh at the reply....
"Tick Tock. Tick Tock”.....said my old friend, Time.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2023
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