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.
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