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A poem remembering a close friend
When I list my favorite people
I have met throughout the years
All those very special people
Some bring cheers and some bring tears
Though the list is long as long my arm
So few had wit, so few had charm
They wandered in and out my days
Those very special few
And then there’s youLooking back as far I can
You were a very special man
You never spoke when not your turn
And when you did, I truly learned
Baseball was your game for sure
Till this day
I know no one who knows more
The stats would fly so fast that I
Could only just agree
Now and then when I thought you wrong
You’d just make fun of me
So my friend as we say goodbye
For reasons I’ll not question why
I have to say I’ll miss the calls
The endless talks of strikes and balls
The way you turned me into a Met
All who know me would have never bet
This season I will cheer for you
I’ll scream so loud they’ll think it’s two
And if they win the game of games
I’ll wish you into the Hall of Fame
Of all the friends I hold so close
Truly there are so few
And then there’s you.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #393)
