Racing Thoughts Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

He was sitting on the floor
Back to the wall
Legs spread out
Quiet, not answering my call
I looked around
Nothing looked amiss
The trail in the dust
Led to where he sit
His hands were unmoving
Laying by his side
Face slack, eyes open, chest still
I knew he had died
I Thought of 'Butch, ' a friend from long ago
As I walked today
My mind was racing
With thoughts not pleasant to say
Butch popped into my head
And I relived that day
An old man on a walk
With thoughts that get in the way