eulogy to a friend

stop the bells
silence the choir
forget flying the flags at half-staff
lay down the guns
lest they prove
to few to salute you
as for the flowers
there aren't enough hours
that could buy enough of them for you
i stand in your wake
behind the parade
that leaves us quiet today
and wait for the sun
to no longer belong
i don't care for it now anyway

 

(We miss you, Pops)

© Gerry Mattia 2025
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