(A Tribute to Shawn and Cody)
When all your youthful days are over,
you will come back to me,
you will return.
Although
your thoughts will be more sadder than death—
For you
will remember how love once was.
You will
come back to me; I will be no more than ashes under
a tree—
but I will have
tasted the
wine of life (you were of it…)
You will
think of dead eyes, a hard heart, dust to dust, wasted
Years;
Slow it
will come, but fierce will be the grief—and then soon
after, in separate deaths, you both will
parish
We are not
all that far apart.
Thus, I
close my door, for there will come none after, and
there was none before
But there
was a wonderful spring with laughter…
Once upon
a time—with both you and I—so long, long ago!
#3378 (7-16-2012)
