Sam

His name was Samuel I remember it well His mum called him by it when she was mad We'd stand there and watch him get his punishment; A good talking to Then we'd go down to the basement and play He'd come down and say How much he loved Melody How swell she was That they'd go on their first date He explained it to a tee My and his sister would giggle and say no way Then go back upstairs to play The years drew on longer We were growing older now Young ladies and gentlemen It was not the same That was the last day I went to her house We weren't friends much longer Went our seperate ways Though in crossing we might pass a wave Still Sam didn't lose his boyish zeal to make me squeal Especially when we landed in the same class Taunts back and forth I never could win over him Once out of lack for anything better I called him a bunny Oh honey! He sure was to have a laugh from that But something made it fun I wanted more Even though I always lost the war of comebacks The soft funny way he'd say my name, almost in play I had my moment where I thought it was love How do I know, maybe it was But then I heard the news one day Sam died Friday What? I must have heard wrong Not my Sam, not Sam No it must be some other I was sick, so sick I wanted to run but where to Yes it was my Sam Yes, the news was true His sister hugged me at the funeral Asking me how I'd been As if nothing were ever wrong between us I saw there nearly all of my friends Old and new It is a sad thing we all had to go through I went home and thought of how he loved God And remembered how God called Samuel and he answered, Here am I