Friend
On a roadside many years ago
Was a man with a sign,
Who once was a king in his own
mind.
On a roadside a few days ago
Was a king with a crown,
Who once held a sign in his own
mind.
On a lakeside merely weeks ago
Stood a prophet,
Who once was a deposed king in
his own mind.
At a bedside hours ago
Where a man lay dying,
A friend weeps,
For the man was once a prophet, a
king, then a poor man,
But he had a friend.
Copyright 2014 by
Andrew T. Durham
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