When I look around this bitter, cruel world,
And I squint to see a port in a raging storm,
As I sigh with devastation at life’s sharp pains,
My aloneness begins to change its form.
When I cannot understand why she doesn’t “get it,”
And the isolation seemingly never ends,
As I am wounded by others’ inconceivable acts,
I can find one true one amongst my quasi-friends.
When I look back on who has been there,
As I lay, like Doc Holliday, on my deathbed,
And reminisce about the connection we shared,
I will hopefully find peace in my weary head.
When I think about who in this world I can trust,
And I am consumed by sadness and fears,
As my heart’s light flickers, a flame is evident:
Dustin was a friend to me for so many years.
‘Our list of allies grows thin,’
As Tolkien’s Lord Elrond memorably put it
I must ask myself if I am now in the winter of my life
The further from my many childhood friends I get.
A rose was indeed a rose, undoubtedly red and soft,
Even when time has moved long beyond its existence;
Much that was once great and solid and true
Can always remain in memory, a kind of persistence.
This poem is kind of in the same vein.
~ Happy Birthday Dustin Beall, 2001
“Fondly Remembering a Childhood Friend” © Jason Merchey 1999-2018