Janice D. Soderling

Lost Friends
 
It's sad to lose a friend, you know,
In bloom of youth,
In healthy glow,
Full of vigor, ethics, truth.
It's sad to lose that friend.

It's sad to lose a friend of old,
His fumbling brain,
Old jokes retold,
Full of misery, aches and pain.
It's sad to lose that friend.

But sadder still to lose a friend
To politics, 
The ugly end.
To hate and scorn and fascist tricks.
Oh, how I miss that friend.  

Janice D. Soderling has published poems, short stories, and flash in many literary journals and anthologies, lately in Eclectica and Well Met. Her most recent collections are The Women Come and Go, Talking (poems) and Our Lives Were Supposed to be Different (short fiction); Soon to be published is Naming the Names (poems). All under the Kultivera Productions imprint.