Karen
04-25-2023, 04:17 PM
The problem with humans
Is that they do not live forever
And when you open your heart
To a friendship
It hurts when they die.
We spoke often
Commiserated on being
A surviving spouse
And I listened to his stories
Of people he knew
And places he'd been
Distrust in certain institutions
Shaped his world view
Distrust that was well-deserved
In his telling
But he also had a tender heart
Beneath the gruffness
Rest in peace, sir
We will miss you
Rest in Peace at last, Rick, PO Box 1111
Is that they do not live forever
And when you open your heart
To a friendship
It hurts when they die.
We spoke often
Commiserated on being
A surviving spouse
And I listened to his stories
Of people he knew
And places he'd been
Distrust in certain institutions
Shaped his world view
Distrust that was well-deserved
In his telling
But he also had a tender heart
Beneath the gruffness
Rest in peace, sir
We will miss you
Rest in Peace at last, Rick, PO Box 1111