He's there, you know. Just before dawn
When half awake you smell coffee,
When you feel touched, but all are gone
When at night the hall creaks softly
And in the days and night that pass
You dimly hear his voice once more,
In the breeze, trees, the empty class
He's there. You're the one he's there for.

Birth we forget, death is furtive,
We remember only what we live
Birth to death, life has much to give
If we do not forget to live.

Sometimes, I think, Well,
And then again, I don't know
Was what the elders used to say
When I was young. Well
I didn't know what the hell
They were talking about then
Or now, but like them I knew
It didn't matter. It was just
Something to say, to fill up air
Saying something that
Never was. Using words
That never were.