In memory of David bass
This poem was written in memory of an old friend I lost early on this year, tragically his wife died a few weeks later.
A spritely old man who cared deeply.
Old maybe in years but young at heart
and yet wise
for he knew that we all hide behind some degree of lies
or a forgotten story lost in our mind’s eyes
we sat talked and prayed for better days
he was sometimes lost in a spiritual haze.
He said I had come a long way when I prayed for others
he was my spiritual brother no matter the gap in years
and the tears fall for remembering how fragile he was at the end
but old age gets us all and I cannot pretend
that it doesn’t hurt
but in heaven we trust
where we will meet again
and there will be no more pain.
