It has been a long while since I had visited with old Jim
Too long, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why
We chewed the fat in his living room for quite a spell
I had always enjoyed hearing his old stories
For some reason, this visit seemed especially poignant
We reminisced about a long-ago time when his daughter
Susan and I were an item, he couldn’t stand me at the time
But started to warm up to me when Susan and I
Began to slowly drift apart
Then, he and I remained friends for many years
He always had been a bit of an abrupt old fart
He said that he had to go somewhere
He just got up and left before I could react
I quickly got up and went outside but he was gone
His car was nowhere in sight
How could he have disappeared so suddenly?
A terrible sense of foreboding
Swept over me
I turned quickly to find Jim’s wife Mabel standing there
She smiled and greeted me warmly as she always had
I turned again to look for Jim’s car, when I turned back
Mabel was gone; Susan was standing there
I stammered, “Susan, I’m losing it
Didn’t I sing at your Mom’s memorial service?”
She replied softly, before fading away
As if into a
Mist
“Of course you did, and Dad’s too”
I jerked awake with a terrible start
It was only a dream
Or was it?
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duke larance ~ the drugstore cowboy poet
Muskodayn Bishkikee Ziishib (Buffalo Duck) -- the Metis MasterBlaster
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