Thurman P. Woodfork


Another friend has gone,
and I sigh a bit more.
I can’t help but feel just
a little vulnerable, a
bit achy and heart sore.

Youth’s immortality, too,
is gone – victim of a long
ago war… swallowed up
by jungle paths and drowned
in rice paddies.

Echoes of indelible friendships
sound down the years. I
wonder, should I indulge
myself the dubious comfort
of a few tears?

Is it possible that one day,
all I’ve have left are the
memories of those eternal
ties for comfort? Will I
be the last?

Lord knows I never wanted
to be part of a war tontine.
No, no last toasts for me…
I will keep them here, safe
within for eternity.