A PARTING WORD
(In Memory of JB)
At first the heart does not remark
The passing of another friend.
The aging brain makes routine note
That all good things must come to an end.
The list of those who’ve gone beyond
Outnumbers now those who remain.
But then the funeral brings to mind
A cache of memories bitter sweet:
Saturday evening cheese and wine
Trail clearing bouts with fallen trees
The underlined article under the door
With questions: What do you think of this?
Do you agree? And furthermore
What do you think the answer is?
And then the heart begins to crack.
That kindred spirit will not be back.
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