My dearest friend, I miss you so
The depth far deeper than you know
The “used to be”, that is, once was
My heart was thrilled, my days abuzz.
I still recall with no regret
Too many hours we shan’t forget
The little which we understand
Of all that lies in our command
Our tender days that ought to be,
Got lost within diversity !
WRITTEN FROM THE CONFINES OF MY LITTLE CUBICLE IN
HACKENSACK UNIVERSITY HOPSPIAL, THANX TO MARYLOU
Claire V. Bogdanos 