My friend Rae

On 13^th, day, 3^rd, month, 1973, I lost Rae.

I was 30 years old on that sad, fateful day.

30 years later, on a river, I relived that time.

On a bolder, I told him to let go, in a rhyme,

it was time to depart, let go of the pain.

Spirit wondering here, nothing to gain.

Forty six years have now past, I pray

his Soul, in this dimension , did not stay.

That he is no longer wandering the river, Grand.

That he is at peace, among the angles he doth stand.

B. J. “A ” 2

March 13^th, 2019