Stuart Staub
A few little times
That's all we had
A few little words
Both Happy and Sad
A few little memories
Of regret and shame
A few little moments
You can't quite name
A few little tears
When the time was told
A few more would come
Before the day grew old
But when his light slipped away
When his night replaced the day
When his end
Was finally the end
He died not an enemy
He died a friend
That poem is amazing. The ending floored me. I love reading your stuff.
I like the rhyme and the rhythm.. I dunno. I just like it.