A Faithful Friend....a poem from January 2010

A poem I wrote inspired by a yahoo news article I read about the person who visited the grave of Edgar Allen Poe, for fifty years.



http://voices.yahoo.com/a-faithful-friend-5309059.html?cat=10



A Faithful Friend
Three Roses, Half a Bottle of Cognac




My dear friend Edgar Allen Poe,
Who was it that was your foe?



Who was your living friend?
Has your friend met with an end?



Has your friend taken the cognac and roses away?
Waiting in vain many did search diligently for your long friend, perhaps your friend did stray?



Edgar Allen Poe,
Having died penniless, you were your own foe.



Writing in to the night you did, so they said.
But looking all around I see in a grave you lay dead.



Writing to the wind, another inspired, though you lay as stone.
A friend you made around 1949, coming to see you, soon other covering many miles, seeking to see a man who may have acted alone.



Fifty years, it is perhaps a great an admirable trait.
But to continue the trend for sixty years straight-



Edgar Allen Poe,
Death may have shown yourself to be your own foe.



But who, dear Edgar Allen Poe, was your friend who came to raise a toast?
Leaving behind each time, three roses upon your stone, a half bottle of cognac to boast.



If time has taken from this world your faithful birthday "Toaster"
Who will wander the shadows of the tombs, leaving behind speculation, who'll lift our imagination off the coffee coaster?



Sixty years, a faithful, visitor, you had, though you lay dead.
Who will come in their stead?



Who will leave roses on the ground?
Who's name will we read if we turn around?



A shadow, a glimpse a man so fast...
Sixty years, he came so faithful, his youth now it is past.



Sources:

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/34935288/ns/today-today_books/?GT1=43001