David Burton Richardson

Rookie - 0 Points (13 January 1961)

My Friend John - Poem by David Burton Richardson

John won't be at work today
This day of dark and dismal cloud
The Trees are bent and look away
And dare not think aloud
The black bark bitching blue
That tethers all leaves down
Is but a dream and bitter frown
And John won't be at work today
Forget the clock and all its time
And let the wind become the chime
For it is set to strike the hour
When time no more can hold its power
And John won't be at work today
The body gone the mind is lost
And all is drained away
With bitter gaul and rancid past
We see a World that will not last
The future gone we see the past
And we know that John won't be at work today
The wall is built, the roof of Slate
Is all but done, the Garden gate
Looks toward the field of Corn
The Trees of sorrow dare not mourn
The Birds still sing but do not play
They will not gather amongst the Hay
And all around this dismal land
Knows that John won't be at work today.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

John was a friend and work colleague of mine. He got into his van to drive to work. His wife checked on him after noticing the van was still in the driveway. John was dead at the steering wheel. He had died of a heart attack. He was just 48 years old.

Comments about My Friend John by David Burton Richardson

  • David Wood (4/30/2013 10:35:00 AM)

    What a lovely glowing and kind tribute to your friend. A good write that rhymes well 10/10. My wife died a year ago & she is in my poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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