Frank and Joe

They meet every morning about nine o’clock
Down at the local coffee-shop
There isn’t always a whole lot to say
But they like to sit there anyway
Frank says, ‘It’s a nice day’ and Joe says ‘yep
Better now that the sun is up
No more snow today, I hope
Or did you like the storm?’ and Frank says ‘nope’

Frank and Joe are best buddies again
They’ve known each other since way back when
And only between the two do they know
What they’re really saying; Frank and Joe
Sharing their hearts with barely a word
As muffins are eaten and coffee is stirred
But they both know what the other is thinking
As they talk about weather and the coffee they’re drinking

‘It sure is cold and lonely at home
Just not the same since the missus is gone
I didn’t know silence could be so loud
Glad that the coffee-shop has a good crowd
These muffins are nothing like Sally made
I’d trade them for love and lemonade’
Frank says, ‘seems busy in here today’
Joe says, ‘I kinda like it that way….’

Frank and Joe, best buddies again
They’ve known each other since way back when…
And only God above really knows
The depth of their sorrow; Frank and Joe


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Janet Martin

I happen to know a few
'Frank and Joe's'
some of them- women.....
I went out for lunch with an
elderly widow-lady this week,
She commented, Nothing in the world can prepare you for
what it is like to live alone day after day,.....

Pure religion and undefiled
before God the father is this,
To visit the fatherless and the widows
in their affliction,
and to keep himself unspotted from the world. James 1:27 KJV