My Friend Dan

He died 37 years ago—my best friend Dan
God never made a nicer man

His company was priceless to me
Oh, how I miss him—
I wish I could hug him and kiss him

One day soon I will see him again
I know what he will say— “Hi Art, what’s new”?

That’s what we’ve always said to each other
I never could have imagined a better brother

Dan fell on difficult times, and I wasn’t there
I’m certain my actions helped lead to his despair

I hope Dan is where God wants him to be
Away from selfish, self-centered humans like me