*-Remembered-
*
He is gone
has been gone
long before his life-light
blinked out.
In the wake of who he was
is emptiness
a chasm only he could fill -
now barren of his uniqueness
In his lingering
I saw the proof
that life is neither
fair, nor just
We have but one life
and many choices
When it’s through
there is no more
We bear our burdens
of poor choices
bearing witness to our
mistakes, or lack of purpose
And we ponder
near the end
feeling the hard pain
of having wasted time
Never wasteful, he was a man
who did not need to ponder
he took up the cause
of his fellows in life
Life’s circumstances; beyond the control
of the accident of our birth
become our burdens,
and change; our redemption
He filled the many lives he touched
with happiness, support and reason
He helped, when help was needed
and he Served; hard but well
For such a man is a hero
in many ways
and should not pass
through a lingering chasm
But life is not fair, nor just
and mankind has tinged
our natural outcome
by un-natural measures
He is missed, and the emptiness
more pronounced for the living
because of who he was
how he filled their lives and hearts
In memory, we must celebrate
for we all were touched
by a quietly remarkable man
Our lives ever improved for it.
I shall return to his gravesite
And place a stone upon it
For as long as a stone, is a stone -
He will be missed.
©Lin Cava
14th March - 2013*
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
*-Remembered-
*
He is gone
has been gone
long before his life-light
blinked out.
In the wake of who he was
is emptiness
a chasm only he could fill -
now barren of his uniqueness
In his lingering
I saw the proof
that life is neither
fair, nor just
We have but one life
and many choices
When it’s through
there is no more
We bear our burdens
of poor choices
bearing witness to our
mistakes, or lack of purpose
And we ponder
near the end
feeling the hard pain
of having wasted time
Never wasteful, he was a man
who did not need to ponder
he took up the cause
of his fellows in life
Life’s circumstances; beyond the control
of the accident of our birth
become our burdens,
and change; our redemption
He filled the many lives he touched
with happiness, support and reason
He helped, when help was needed
and he Served; hard but well
For such a man is a hero
in many ways
and should not pass
through a lingering chasm
But life is not fair, nor just
and mankind has tinged
our natural outcome
by un-natural measures
He is missed, and the emptiness
more pronounced for the living
because of who he was
how he filled their lives and hearts
In memory, we must celebrate
for we all were touched
by a quietly remarkable man
Our lives ever improved for it.
I shall return to his gravesite
And place a stone upon it
For as long as a stone, is a stone -
He will be missed.
©Lin Cava
14th March - 2013*
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