On the end of perfection
by cricketjeff on April 12, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Where is the joy in poetry
When you aren’t there to talk to me
I’ve many friends I love them still
I’ll write for them when I’ve the will
But no-one else was quite like you
Could make me smile the way you do
Your verse was free and perfectly
Expressed your love and poetry
You were my friend who never moaned
Whose ready help was always loaned
You challenged me to brand new heights
Encouraged me in all my writes
You thrilled when others liked my verse
You never gave me cause to curse
You taught me how to write new ways
And cheered me on my blackest days
You will remain until the end
My only perfect poet friend
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