Sunday, June 25, 2017
I think every one of us,
Has had that one special friend…
The so-called village idiot,
Whose antics would never end.
They joined conversations uninvited,
Interrupted your dinner date…
Detained you on the way to work,
Making you show up an hour late.
They embarrassed you in front of friends,
More than once you wished you’d died.
They wore G-Strings at pool parties,
Forcing some indoors to hide.
After fifty years of running,
Our egos shrunk and identities grew…
I care not others think I'm crazy,
Missing you more than I ever knew.