To live life as a Poet,
  to slay the demon time

Your spirit freed with every verse,
  in meter and in rhyme

To reach beyond your passion,
  to say what others feel

To bring tomorrow home today,
the devils wrath to reel

To wander past your memory,
  returning once again

Each word a ticket through the gate,
its path now lined with friends

Their faces each and every one,
a title to a poem

That left your hand so long ago,
—with heaven its to roam

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)