“I don’t have long to go. No” – Jim Morrison

wasted are words
depicting my best friend
dear Lord how I wish
they could bring him back again

life is short on our sojourn
to that distant shore
his life on this earth cut short
still wanting for more

plagued since his teens
what a dreadful disease
beleaguered to the end
a silent killer – diabetes

I miss those hours we filled
with what mattered to us most,
The Doors, The Beatles,
God, the girls and the jokes

twenty years we were friends
seven years gone and missing him still
but I sit here smiling knowing
soon itÂ’s my turn to pay the till

Brad, know this my friend
when my own lights go dim
please get me front row tickets
for Hendrix, Lennon and Jim

June 22, 2000

12/29/2006

Author's Note: Wasted are these pathetic words when describing my best friend. But I know one day I will meet him again. So don’t waste words with those you call friend. Treasure them with actions, not with words, until the end.

Posted on 12/29/2006
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