Death of a Friend
Poetry deals with life,
And, love and beauty,
And, death,
And this is death,
Of a friend,
Conscious,
Intelligent,
Cogent,
Failing only in the mechanics,
Waste become poison:
What lengths are we repose to keep?
His wife now gone he will not weep,
E’en now he sits till his life ends,
Tween two young men, and fonder friends,
They joke and talk of days of fall,
And, winter kills upon his wall,
With meat to sup, and family fun,
And joy, the birth, a great-grandson!
We men with tosh we tarry forth,
We thump our chests and travel north,
Or south, or east or west to hide,
We keep our strength; we have our pride,
Now, that’s OK, we say to him,
You’ve shown us how to fill the brim,
With love from God who filled your cup,
Your gentle life has filled us up,
We pray in death your wife you see,
In loving Christ’s eternity!
Peter Lowell Paulson
February 25, 2014