​I had a friend, his name was Joe.
He seemed to know
life, and much more,
an old man’s lore.

Some said he had an ancient soul,
a spirit whole.
He took life slow,
my old friend Joe.

He taught me how to do the same.
Walk in the rain,
and drink life’s drops
until it stops.
M. Zane McClellan
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