Monday, September 14,2009 Poem by warner treuter

In Remembrance (edited)

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 of, 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 for the old to write about.
My best friend died to day.
Last of the childhood buddies.
I don't want to write about it.
This is just to record the date.
In last remembrance.