BrianÕs Poem
Joshua Hwang
Brian
was an outgoing fellow
Who
would never resist a lark.
For
him the sun was always yellow.
For
him things were never dark.
He
was such a chatterbox.
He
talked almost half the day.
The
thing that is the paradox
Is
that playing football was his way.
He
just wasnÕt the silent type.
It
was never ever his case.
He
always had a smile to wipe
Off
his jovial face.
Gale
is just the opposite.
He
always has a cold, stony expression.
Things
he said were never exquisite,
For
he seemed to always be in a depression.
He
never learned how to talk with ease,
So
he stayed silent as a mouse.
He
always suffered from this disease.
HeÕs
just as silent in his house.
His
silence would have baffled a deer.
His
expression would have stunned a yak.
People
near him would have nothing to hear.
His
face would stay just as black.
Then
Gale met Brian that fateful day.
The
angels sang in heaven.
Now
Gale would have something to say.
Now
he talked a day times seven!
Brian
made GaleÕs mouth open wide,
But
when cancer marked BrianÕs end,
Gale
was always at his side.
He
was always there as a loving friend.