(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Sad Poem 3a (Continuance)

As I drove back from today
from the town I go to
tears trickled from my eyes as I drove.
They were not tears of sorrow,
but tears of relief and joy.
I saw the friend I had been trying to get hold of,
his story is in my Sad Poem 3.
He is still not himself,
which is quite understandable.
However, talking to him
solved a number of mysteries
that had been playing on my mind.

15 March 2008

by David Harris

Comments (1)

Your Such a kind hearted and gentle soul my friend, The world needs lots of people like you David.. Andy 10