Joel, his crooked smile
will show nevermore
Joel, a dear co-odist from Aussie,
we met so seldomly
Joel, husband of an unknown friend,
the love of his life, is for her lost
Joel, father of three sons,
tried the best he could
Joel, man of words and letters,
wrote within himself songs
Joel, his romantic reason,
craved humbly little more
Joel, his poetic psyche,
will be missed thoroughly
Joel, man of my youthful yearnings,
lives on if only in my memory
Joel, each of those you touched
will always treasure you
Joel, your fine footprints
tarry your soul for evermore
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"Sweet as remembered kisses after death...."
Tennyson knew.
And we know too--
How well we know!--
That sweetness
That will never come again;
A sweetness tasted by the mind,
Impossible, perhaps, for any
reality,
However rich,
To match.
And "Gone is Gone"--
The title of the children's book
Takes on an eerie meaning
Never meant by Wanda Gag--
As we confront the emptiness
In every place that once was his:
His chair, his house, his car, his bed,
The empty place within the heart
Where his dear voice once filled
the void
Left by his face, his smile, his
touch--
So far away,
Yet near as his next
word
From screen or pen, so silent now.
The poems all must now be yours.
"Aere perennius", his will withstand the time
And must suffice.
We, who did not know him,
From your words-- and all that lies behind them--
Will come to see
The friend, the dad, the poet and the man.
And we will mourn him too,
Gone now beyond our reach,
So we can never know
In our own right
The richness and the loss.
But Hamlet wept for Hecuba
Whom he had never seen,
So clearly did she live
in Homer's words,
And I can feel the tears
Your words can coax from me,
For one unseen, unknown,
Yet greatly loved--
Few leave behind such praise.
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