A friend of mine I never knew died only yesterday <br />He spoke the truth within his heart a genius some may say. <br />A kindred spirit met his maker just the other day. <br />I missed him long before he ever actually went away. <br /> <br />Sometime I still see the trees that look like crucified thieves <br />The sun so often finds the way to beat so angry <br />Down on me. <br />And all too often I find myself just like a desperado under the eaves. <br /> <br />The wolves are where? I bet he’d say <br />There off with Roland and Mohammad. <br />Up there around London way. <br /> <br />But still I feel I’m better off and wiser for the fact. <br />My unknown friend was so well versed <br />So well equipped to write the songs <br />My heart does now exact.<br /><br />Marcel Tourdot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribute-to-the-late-warren-zevon/
