Sorry William


I was once a squirrel poem
and I ran halfway up the tree
before
pausing to notice your
look
pausing to remember your
greeting
your
voice
calling
calling to me
It is your beauty which is truth,
It is your faith which is hope,
your peace which is karma.
And the ships still sail
the deep blue sea
and the world never noticed
you are gone.
And the trains still roll on
tracks of steel
and no one ever noticed at all,
but, oh the difference
oh the difference,
oh the difference
to
me.

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