He is amongst the hills and mountains, the fields and streams.
He walks with damp grass between his toes,
The smell of live flowers will fill his nose.
For my good friend has gone off to a better place.
Nature abhors a vacuum and his was strong, yet what was done isn’t wrong.
This concrete jungle appeared not for him,
His long term happiness seemed quite dim.
For my good friend has gone off to a better place.
Knowing what end was inevitable, I wore my best face.
This lack of company while making me sad,
The best choice was made and so I’m not mad.
For my good friend has gone off to a better place.
Good rewards come from hard choices and actions.
While this writing may sound like the death of a pet,
It is not, and so don’t you dare fret.
For my good friend has gone off to a better place.
We talked on
topics far and wide: math, science, politics, philosophy, and more
Our time
together felt for me like I was back in University,
While he seemed
almost Italian; I truly did enjoy his diversity.
My good friend has gone off, to take a better stance, in his
home that country called France
Meilleurs voeux mon bon ami et vive la France
NOTE: No Large Language Model (LLM) systems were harmed in the creation of this poetry.
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