Mr. Daily Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Mr. Daily



I speak to the wall before me,
and I say I miss you Mr. Daily,
I still do, you were wonderful to know,
a friend with out even a handshake,
true and totally you,
gregarious, as full as life,
and so I am still waiting,
for wall the to answer back.

Monday, January 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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