Monday 9-14-09 Poem by warner treuter

In Remembrance

Paul is gone.
My best friend died today
In another town far away.
Death is a little like sex:
When young you may want to do
Or contemplate writing about either;
When old you'll maybe do
But want to write about neither.
Paul is gone.
Dying is a little like sex.
You are either willing to or not.
But it' s no fun to write about.
My best friend died today.
Last of the childhood buddies.
I don't want to write about it.
This is just to record the date.
In lasting remembrance.