There was something about him
What I do not know
He was not tall, just average height
He was not handsome per Se
Like everyone he had eyes,
A nose and a mouth
Sure he could talk,
But he was not obnoxious
He was a good listener, I suppose
Made you laugh when you needed it
He was not rich either
Dressed simply in jeans and jumper
Didn't brag about his job or possessions
He had un Je Ne sais quoi
That somehow forced you
Not to forget him
He always had time
For a chat, a drink or a meal
He was in short
The perfect friend.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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