David S Harkins
John Elder, My Younger Friend - Poem by David S Harkins
John Elder you are my favorite younger friend,
Why we met on that Southwest flight that was nearly our end,
You are a man of action and conscience and love,
I know you were sent to me from above.
You listened so intently to my story,
You didn't even act like it was borey.
You started the walks and talks,
And made me feel like I was a hawk.
Now you are married in Orlando town,
And you still email me and do not frown,
I must admit I leaned on you heavy,
For money and such a few times too many.
John, I wish you God's Speed in this world below,
And I hope you will always want to know,
What TheBipolarOne and 'TheStoryTeller has to show,
And always help me to BE all the person I can BE don't you know.
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