Well, old friend, it seems
that you no longer drop in
to pay a visit and bring your
charm of words that refreshes
me like showers on a hot and
bothersome summer day.
No, you are absent and so
your company is not given in
the delightful creative moment
to lift the dullness of the
everyday wheel of existence
and bring with flourish the joy of
of your conversation that takes
me to places that I can only go
when you are there to see me fly.
Or perhaps it is that in the droll
business of doing all I have to do
to play the games of living with,
success as the great reward, I am
the one who has failed to hear
your voice and see the face that is
many faces and greet the friend that
is many friends who comes to visit
only to be turned away at the door.