When a friend like you
beloved to all,
whose kind and caring gentleness
will forever bless
our coming out and our going in;
whose silvered poetry
tinkles the keys
of our hearts
with its music;
paints the skies
with pictures undreamt;
wraps our souls
in soothing waterfalls;
when such a friend
departs for eternity,
and I most need
my words,
I
lose
them
all
and have
only
useless tears
to offer.
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