can do anything...if you’ve a
mind to," came the soft voice, speaking
out from a tethered, sunken, sofa through
smoke screens and hot toddied, long
Words of such stature from a
paling, half-forgotten wearied lost man,
not much older than my own mirrored
In time I’ve searched my mind
truths. There was never a moment for
you. I can still hear your harp wailin’
Saint Louis Blues in my mind.
Only fifty-seven years…then
weary drifter on life’s path…artist,
musician, solitary man…extinct. Here I
say to you:
You are the lighthouse who still
me through the craggy rocks and fog,
the evergreen of hope in my night. How
you shine...keeper of my proud heart.
The very reason I stand tall
on in this crowd has everything to do
with you - Gone but not forgotten...