Sad Poem 3a (Continuance)

As I drove back from today
from the town I go to
tears trickled from my eyes as I drove.
They were not tears of sorrow,
but tears of relief and joy.
I saw the friend I had been trying to get hold of,
his story is in my Sad Poem 3.
He is still not himself,
which is quite understandable.
However, talking to him
solved a number of mysteries
that had been playing on my mind.

15 March 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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