Will I be there
As I intend,
With ample time
For a lost friend,
He of a mind
Echoing mine,
Did one day pen
The like inspired
Might find amends…
No matter where
I seek to find,
Not in a state
To care too late ,
But wits aware
To so repair,
Purpose aligned
Those years ago,
Since undermined…
Tho life bids want,
Care but suggests
To not long dwell
The depths of hell,
Save there be more
Of lived before,
A friendship set adrift
Yet not quite vanished!
Poetry on a Canapé 