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Lost Last
To my friend’s funeral, I never went.
But sometimes I like to sit back and think,
He will never get the letter I sent,
He will never see how tears bled the ink.
Now, never will he smile or write again
Now, never will he graduate or pass.
Now, he won’t get any letters I send.
Now his fourteenth year will be his lost last.
Never again will he grin down on me,
Or laugh so largely that it hurts to laugh.
Now he is a bump in the ground to see.
Now he is celebrating his lost last.
Never will I be happy, when I think
Of Paul because I think of lost last, bled ink.
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My friend Paul pased away in May 2012, so I figured I'd write something for him as his birthday passed