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Subject: {ASSM} Footprints... (poem, caution, prefaced)
Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2003 04:10:07 -0500
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| Caution: Right now I've heard more about my father's illness.
| Additionally, a bright young woman I correspond with has lost
| a mentor, so, springing from a note I sent her, some of what I
| said is echoed here, as I move to facing a loss myself in the
| near future.
|
| This is not about sex, this is not about romance. It only
| deals with the echoes of relationships.
Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Footprints
Part:
Universe: Reality (or as near as makes no odds)
Summary: Footprints in my mind, echoes...
Keywords: poem
Revision: $Revision: 1.1 $
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RCS: $Id: footprints.x,v 1.1 2003/04/02 01:28:24 jcl Exp $
Footprints
by Jack C Lipton
The sense of loss so clear
another voice lay stilled
the sound of it still echoes
despite not reaching my ears
Death so final is a door
closing to part us from friends
avoiding loss impossible
for we all shall pass through
Those I've known have walked
leaving gifts to me of mem'ry
once gone I now can recall
the laugh and sound of voice
A world made emptier by loss
of one who I've known for long
each loss gets not easier
for no two have walked the same
Loss so sudden can happen
between one day and the next
a lunch time bull session
time ne'er enough for goodbyes
Echoed voices they still linger
kept precious within my heart
for me they keep my counsel
still here and yet apart
We carry our friends with us
through life and unto death
hasten not to the end of days
for we must walk ourselves
We touch as we have touched
laying footprints as life's hints
our voices we hope to echo
in those hearts we still live.
Fini
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Jack C Lipton | cupasoup@softhome.net | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/
"Fighting to preserve peace is like coition to preserve virginity" - unkn
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