This poem is for Jordan Davis
my friend I had
forgotten until I saw his cards,
my friend
Jordan who has led a Million Poem march,
or so Amazon
charts.
I can’t explain
the feeling that I have
of being so sad
he never wanted
you as his dad.
What could have
ever made someone so smart and true so mad?
I hope someday
he asks you why
and lets you in
his pad.
That is what I
wish
for the friend
I once had.
