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The
Friend I Had
by:
Victor M. L. Saraiva
My
heart cries for you,
Remember
when we were friends?
You
played with me when I was just an itty bitty puppy.
We met
in the mountains of yesterday, as the sun shined high
above,
As the
winds of time blew across our lives.
When we
first met I was with my family, but
I grew
to love you and called you my friend.
I loved
you so much that I left my family for you.
And for
a long time it seems you loved me too,
You
carried me at times as we walked in the forests of time.
It
seems like another lifetime ago when we played.
Now is
not yesterday anymore, we are no longer small as before,
The sun
still shines but I grow cold because my friend is gone.
I whine
and cry sometimes at night as I think of the friend I
lost.
I loved
you so much but you no longer know I m alive.
My
heart cries out for you,
As I
see you in the morning, the sun shining in my face,
My tail
wags and I sniff the air as you pass by,
The
smell still reminds me of you but you’re no longer the same to
me.
It
seems like another lifetime ago when we played.
I wait
the long long day to see,
My tail
wags when I hear your footsteps, or hear your voice,
But as
you come closer and I look to you for a smile,
You
just pass by as if I wasn’t even there.
My
heart cries out for you, my friend, I miss you.
I know
I don’t smell good anymore, and I m no longer small and
cute,
But the
heart that beats in me is still the same,
And the
love I have, never left never changed.
But you
just pass by me without even a stare,
Never a
smile or a fond caress of my time worn face.
It
seems like another lifetime ago when we played,
I grow
weary and tired for I am no longer young.
The
weeks and months have turned to years,
My paws
grow tired, and I am sick now.
My pain
is not half as bad as the hurt I feel in my heart,
I lost
my friend I always loved without remiss.
It
seems like another lifetime ago when we played.
My tail
still wags when I see you coming and going,
So
important you seem now, always caught up in other things,
I miss
you dear dear friend, I always will,
Remember
me someday, will you, when I am
gone,
Remember
always this loyal loyal friend you once had,
That
always loved you without remiss, to the last.
For my
friend D’Artagnan, from whose eyes and soul,
I
anthropomorphize these words; and for my children
may
they have the courage to see through the curtain of
materialism
to the true richness of life--our humanity.
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Posted March 19,
2008
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