Randy said
David’s gone
and so
one more falls
to a life
lived on an edge
Susu Rob
Judith something
and what about
James
a small group
grown smaller
and I see them
still
the big bear
Rob
teasing about
which way to run
when a grizzly
comes looking
for lunch
Susu’s scam
of a magazine
my first
supposed
publication
and David
his little Indian
pleasing the ladies
and James
ahead of us
a bright star
diminished
by alcohol
others too
I lost track
Randy keeping tabs
upon us all
and mourning
with regrets
we’re running
out of time
he says
our friends
are dying
and how I wish
I could be there
Friday night
to cry with you
old friend
as we watch
the clock
ticking
away
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Leonard Durso 
Sad, but wonderful. Nice ending here!
Thank you.
Hard to read these poems but glad you write them.
It’s not like I seem to have a say in the matter: they just keep tumbling out. But thanks, my friend, for reading them.
Lovely!
So hard losing friends, really anyone for that matter.
Xx Paris
I’ve been remiss in reading, catching up today 😉
Thank you for that comment. And I truly understand about falling behind. I do enjoy your poems, by the way, very much, and the photos/illustrations you use to complement them.