It’s when those younger than you, die …
You’re stopped dead in your tracks, and cry:
“What happened? Surely this can’t be?”
For same-age friends – a tragedy …
Time does not stop for those in power …
Or those whose I.Q. can inspire,
Or those well-known or run-of-mill;
The ticking clock is never still …
The Fates who snip our lifelong thread
Stand poised with scissors, straight ahead
We cannot see them - but beware
We intimate their presence near …
Immortality’s the creed of youth
And by those long-in-the-tooth;
We humans brush such thoughts aside
As life, we feel, is a long ride!
This week a much-loved, childhood friend
Whom we hoped the Fates would tend,
Slipped from our gaze despite our prayers
Beset no more by mortal cares…
Memories into focus come …
Why did he have to be The One?
He meant the world to near and dear;
How sad his absence leaves us here …
Admired, intelligent and smart
Since way back when he’s been a part
Of the creative spark we shared;
I hope he knows how much we cared …
Poet in the woods 2026
For B.M.
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