Posthumous poem- Day of the Now
Day of the Now
As old friendship dies & a new one begins,
and that old love that grows has died from within,
memories ones and store in a book,
OH YEAH! and that once I was took, guess who?
I'm worth keeping, but nobody knows,
the real me inside that always glows.
The door of the doors that locks in the key,
No one but no one has insight but me,
Tony Friedman 8/3/1982