“For Don”

I just can’t write like I used to,

my body’s wracked with pain,

hanging by a slender thread,

to a life I don’t understand,

I’m a little past gone,

never to pass through here again,

I don’t see you, my old friend,

we seemed to have passed each other by,

we’re a little past gone,

it hurts, the pain of living,

remember things I want to forget,

or relive,

I think I was a little past something then,

it hurts,

I can’t do anything like I used to,

I was more than half dead then,

my body didn’t know that,

til now,

I can’t love like I used to,

but that’s an oxymoron or something,

I never could love,

not even myself,

my mind is clear with years,

it clings to one slender thread,

Somehow!  I understand,

I love you, my friend,

I love God for creating you,

I’m a little past gone.

© Sam Hyde

   06-18-94