Photo by Michelle Compton
I find myself alone . . . again on the roof.
Missing yet another friend, who didn't make it
We'd been here together, in better times for fun.
But here I sit, alone again . . . missing another one.
Their lives were inspirations, of which I'm honored to
have shared a part.
Now their legacy is what comforts me . . . for of it,
I am still a part.
I wake each day and thank the Lord, for sharing them
And, before I lay, to him I pray, use me for others to
see. . .
Each day is a gift we share,
With those who really care,
For tomorrow has no guarantee.