Sometimes I wonder in the dark still of night
About you laying cold and white

In sleeps repose, gowned yet dead
A shroud of pills about your head

Your debt to asclepius surely paid
Upon that bed so neatly made

You asked of me a simple task
Not much at all to really ask

Not money nor power, not even wine
Just a moment of my time

To read you a poem

I wonder sometimes in dark the still of night

If I had read you the poem

would it have mattered


Dedicated to Carol who kept shop at the withlapoka community store

James Jarrett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-carol/