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Wasted Are Words

by Tony Whitaker

“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 it’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


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

Posted on 12/29/2006
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 12/30/06 at 03:13 AM

reading through your poem reminds us all .. the importance of love.. the importance of letting those who matter know... and the importance of doing not simply saying.. and tho your poem is about the love shared between friends, it does remind me of one I wrote titled.. I Want.. with the same message of ..'NOW'... thanks for sharing, Tony... alisa..;-)

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