This Portrait....Of You Poem by James B. Earley

...And so I hope to the heavens
Tomorrow's...future.....will see
In every single day I have coming
Visions prolonging the memory

.....I'll dream of the times
We chatted......and talked
...Those favored of places
With you I'd loved to have walked

....I have lived....a good life
It's true...few my regrets
Far outnumbered by joys....
Such as the day that we met

Sacred hours of the morrow
....Whatever time....I have left
I'll be counting my blessings
.....Never once....feeling.....bereft

I'll go on cherishing the moments
....And though the moments were few
Indeed precious our friendship
...This portrait....of you