Yesterday's Hour Poem by James B. Earley
Yesterday's Hour
As fate would have it…I called your name
The afternoon....I know...so vividly
A Sunday....awash.....in September sun
…Yet....shadows.....shroud...the memory
You were somewhat....a stranger then
…Someone I barely knew
Before the night had claimed the day
An old friend I’d found in you
Choosing not to advise or counsel
Nor make judgmental calls
Instead you simply lent an ear
…And.....listened...to it all
Touching were the gestures shown
…….So noble were the signs
Operator please…you said
Place the charges....on my line
Often I visit that Autumn’s day
Often I see the painful scene
Often I think so kindly of you
…And....what...a friendship means
There is I know....a guiding light
As sure as the day…tomorrow
Which showed the way to friendship’s door
In yesterday’s hour…of sorrow
Author's note:
With....appreciation...to...........Bonnie Hunt
.......the stranger......who became...my friend!
Beautiful title. To be rich in friends is to be rich indeed. A poem of insight and sensitivity. Ten without hesitation. Warmest regards, Sandra
We should all have a friend like this. I absolutely love the verse: 'You were somewhat..../a stranger then…Someone I barely knew / Before the night had claimed the day / An old friend I’d found in you' Beautiful and touching poem.
'Friendship poetry' is, of course, usually always sweet, often 'light' and sometimes even sappy. This, though, I found to be warm, wonderful, honest and.. real. There is love here - the sort of love that comes of sharing experiences and discovering, appreciating and honoring the soul of another. And that... is the essence of friendship. Making this - a terrific piece and a joy to read. Very nicely done, James! ~Christine
'Often I visit that Autumn’s day Often I see the painful scene Often I think so kindly of you …And....what...a friendship means'... Sweet honest tribute...i liked your piece, James...thanks...10
Very beautiful penned piece. Words chosen so carefully to bring the reader into the feelings you were expressing. God Bless, Linda Twenty on this one Sir James!
Most of us talk when we should just listen. This is a wonderful poem, James. I am saving it as one of my favorites. Ron
This is so natural a poem, very good process, I like it.10 pt.
What a beautiful poem....The more I read the more my mind could see that September day when strangers became friends.So for that I truly thank you........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I am holding on to memories of friendships such as you speak of here...the memories are sweet but some days are filled with the sighs of their demise...love your poem. 10! Dorothy