HE WAS A GOOD FRIEND

He was a good friend
And a help to me-

For many years
We shared time and work together-

Now his mind is gone
In his hospital bed he thinks he is home
In a calm voice
He speaks total confusion-

It will take time
For his body to follow his mind

But there is no real return
To what we were-


I will nonetheless visit again

He is still here, isn't he?
Even though he is gone.

Shalom Freedman

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