Struggling to get this poem to hang together... almost there... Paul, my best friend of 60 years, deals with multiple health issues... I appreciate your help. Dewell
UP! UP! My Friend
(for Paul Gierek)
Wake up, Old Timer…
The day is slipping by
while you idle your pillow.
You mock the sputtering
winds of memory
in the mask of your self.
A tide turns in the trees
ushering autumn’s
change of wardrobe.
Wild wind moans. Where
has it blown the leaves
of your past?
Up! Up! Before
you become still water
beneath a sleeping wind.
-Dewell H. Byrd
UP! UP! My Friend
(for Paul Gierek)
Wake up, Old Timer…
The day is slipping by
while you idle your pillow.
You mock the sputtering
winds of memory
in the mask of your self.
A tide turns in the trees
ushering autumn’s
change of wardrobe.
Wild wind moans. Where
has it blown the leaves
of your past?
Up! Up! Before
you become still water
beneath a sleeping wind.
-Dewell H. Byrd