Category : Poems

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I'm waiting for the man to return,
With more knowledge and wiser words.
I'm waiting for my quiet friend,
To speak to me of where he's been.
I'm waiting to hear his tales of adventure, 
Of long lost love and hidden treasure.
Of beasts and demons and heroic men,
Defending their virtues alongside true friends.
I'm waiting for that rhythmic flow,
Those poignant lines, that lyrical mojo.
I'm waiting, it seems, for months on end.
Waiting so long for my old friend.
From the shadows, his former unveiled, 
The brim of his hat, his eyes concealed.
His lips turned up in a crooked smile,
A sight not seen for quite a while.
I felt such joy, a joy that I've long yearned,
For here was Sam Hudson
And he has returned.

-samhudson