Death Of A Friend

On the death of a friend,
There is only so much we can promise,
But to him, we can promise this:
We will keep his house his house,
Keep his home his home,
Keep his friends his friends,
And keep his memory our own.

As long as this place lies behind,
Safe and comfortable,
Then perhaps he will find wandering more bearable,
Because, maybe,
Wherever he is,
He will know that somewhere
There is a firm foothold he can call home,
Somewhere where the people will love him the same,
Somewhere where his home will always remain,
Somewhere where he is always a friend,
Even if his feet cannot stand there again.


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