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By Khadine Clifford
Major: Finance, School of Business
Hometown: Trinidad & Tobago/ Bowie, MD
E-mail: khadinec@aol.com
  

In queues they came all on that day,
To pay homage to the boy who lay.
Faces distorted by tears so true,
For the boy elegantly dressed in blue.

His face was stiff; his hands were cold,
His bruises revealed a story untold.
Yet lying there he seemed to smile
Up at me, just for a while.

He lived his life to the fullest degree.
This friend I knew had belonged to me.
This boy whose smile could mend all pain, 
This boy, who some believed was insane.

Now the boy who was alive with hue
Is lying there, dressed in blue.
His gelid hands which were once in mine 
Are now restricted by the polished pine.

And on this day in Melancholy's bliss,
I lost a friend I'll truly miss.
I'll take the blame, for I wish I could save
Him from that hole… that wretched grave.

©2001 Khadine Clifford