HE WAS A GOOD FRIEND
He was a good friend
And a help to me-
For many years
We shared time and work together-
Now his mind is gone
In his hospital bed he thinks he is home
In a calm voice
He speaks total confusion-
It will take time
For his body to follow his mind
But there is no real return
To what we were-
I will nonetheless visit again
He is still here, isn't he?
Even though he is gone.
He is still there, even if it is only your own memories of him that reflect back to you in his eyes. If God is real, your friend is there. Maybe he can hear, is aware of your attention, but just can't get the words out? Your love is real, has been real, let that bridge the distance between you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hearty feelings to a friendship simply but solidly portrayed. I like simple diction you use. Please read mine too and comment.