MY TRIBUTE
As the phone began to ring, I climbed up from my slumber. Death had
touched another. Could this be another web the dream master has woven?
The reality just did not want to develop into something solid. My friend
was in his prime and full of life. Now his smile was no more and blank stare
was as empty as my heart. Now truth has taken form my eyes become
cloudy as I look at his lifeless body. The funeral for a Friend has begun.
Sadness, Sorrow, hatred, fear and love all battle for center stage. Each
wins equal time. As the ceremony draws to a close, I divert my attention
to his grieving widow. Did she know this man? This man who, in the end
tried to right his wrongs? No one did. My friend had withdrew so far
into himself that death did not have to search long. Now it's over so
we pick up and go on. We thrust ourselves back into our life with
determination not yet seen. Until the next Funeral For A Friend.
by Kevin
