The Ghost of Neil
The mortal coil of my advocate lay on the floor,
To breathe, and love, and live no more.
Yet a presence, I sense still remains,
To haunt me 'til my dying days.
The faintness of Neil's wraith I hear,
As I lie awake;
"Todd, my friend, be hushed no more.
Carpe Diem! Seize the day!
Don't let your life like mine wither away."
"But Neil," I falter as I say,
"I am trying to seize the day.
But I'm not like you,
If I talk they do not listen."
"Todd, it does not matter what they say!
If you believe in yourself, they will obey."
"I cannot do it by myself,
But if you help I might now what to say;
For when you are around,
The words appear."
"Todd, I cannot stay nor can I rest,
Until you decide to seize the day!
But this is all a dream you will see,
that your mind only thought of me."
"But Neil," I started off again,
But his image had disappeared.
His bed lay empty still,
My tears begun to appear.
"Neil, I shall seize the day;
You may rest and stir no more.
For my friend My life shall not wither away;
I will live and so shall you,
For in my heart you are not gone."
Nuwanda showed up at my door,
Laughing as he looked at me.
"Who were you talking to?"
"No one, just a memory."