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Costa Rica or Bust Two Thousand Eleven

I've crossed a continent

All with good intent

To see my best friend

Turn Seventy

 

It took all of my means

Every dollar & dreams

All my planning schemes

To be there from Tennessee

 

While he's been a lifelong friend

He never seemed to end

with statements to descend

"don't matter to me"

 

After three days I quit caring

No more was I sharing

To the mentor only sparing

His own concern was HE

 

Lost, was the man I once knew

I, a disappointment that grew

From his point of view

Fat, Old, Slow Me

 

Sad to be let down

couldn't offer a next round

Slammed to the ground

I left after seeing the Sea

 

Only wish him the best

After being put to the test

I'll not be back for the rest

Can't stand to be demeaned by Thee

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Written by
corkey-hawley
American
Published
Sep 3, 2011
Lines·Words
28·140
Notes

Sum things R left in the past, Doc

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