A Friend to Love Me

I eat to choke again
since I had my stroke
but no one cares
if I live or die,

seeing the lonely old man
someone a shadow of me
paralyzed with a smile
lips twisted we say Hi,

I wave my hello
but he mumbles a reply
my na na name
is ya, jak, Jack Black.

In our animated ways
we take time to talk
about the good times
with love for our family,

now just a dream
as we lie here alone
to support each other
with kind words of faith.

My friend Jack Black
lying dying in his bed
his face with a smile
the bible in his hand,

arms across his breast
to say a final prayer -
“My thanks to you
being a friend to me.”

I cried for life
to know he loved me
the stranger with faith
come to me in adversity.