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The Ricky Poem
*At first I didn't know how to start a poem about him....but then I realized it doesn't matter what I write, it's what I feel.....so it was then that I decided my thought on paper was far less than I felt, but yet I still found my pen moving to the beat of his heart*
The low hums of his bass guitar,
As I've never heard before,
Singing beautifully to each small step,
As a robin pick's it's place to nest.
His wild imagination,
And his passion in everything,
I can't seem to get enough of him,
Though I try hard to find,
I trace my steps back to the day,
When I can't get him out of my mind.
This small novel know's my life,
my thoughts and every move,
He has a part of my mind engraved on his arm,
Carrying it with him,
As a talisman carries the charm....
A friend, a shoulder,
D, all of the above,
Someone to depend on,
Someone to love.....
©2002 Ryan Labang
p.s. So Ricky, do ya like it? Or should I change it?