Sometimes I wonder in the dark still of night <br />About you laying cold and white <br /> <br />In sleeps repose, gowned yet dead <br />A shroud of pills about your head <br /> <br />Your debt to asclepius surely paid <br />Upon that bed so neatly made <br /> <br />You asked of me a simple task <br />Not much at all to really ask <br /> <br />Not money nor power, not even wine <br />Just a moment of my time <br /> <br />To read you a poem <br /> <br />I wonder sometimes in dark the still of night <br /> <br />If I had read you the poem <br /> <br />would it have mattered <br /> <br /> <br />Dedicated to Carol who kept shop at the withlapoka community store<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-carol/
