Poem 22

When Friendship is Finer Than Wine

My friend said good night for a moment,
His voice whispered light as a breeze.
He curled in a ball wrapped in cotton,
'Midst tubes that are strapped to his knees.

Love is a curious concept,
One that we use thank-you please,
But rarely do we have those moments,
To watch as your friend starts to bleed.

He wasn't aware of his being,
Restricted to help save his life,
He opened an eye not quite seeing,
But focused on mine like a knife.

He laid bare and haggard not dreaming,
His genius for building confounds,
A contrast to lying there screaming,
And begging to not be around.

The tubes and the needles and boredom,
Strapped to a bed all alone,
Pleading with everyone present,
Please take me back to my home.

These moments are timeless forever,
You decide for yourself what a man,
Would do when he values a friendship,
What he does is what we understand.

That each of us will have those moments,
When friendship is finer than wine.
When time is not something that matters,
Or chasing an indentured dime.

I did not stop to consider,
That cost so unbearably high,
I did not stop to consider,
The court that accepted this time.

It mattered only I love him,
My buddy whose heart's made of gold;
I plan to make sure he is healthy,
And plan to be sure we grow old.

09.18.2013

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