We played in here with pen and spear.
We talked in here, words held dear.
We loved in here, though we were blind
and now it seems we've left behind
this little park of love and mind.
It's many years since we last met
Perhaps we'll have a coffee yet
We'll once again sit in this park
Our own bright light dispelling dark
Our voices lovely, each a lark
Ad astra, friend, become starlight
A guide for others in the night
My Peoplemark, you didn't see
But it was there and you for me
Were solid sense and clarity
Missing many fine voices here on SI. Thinking about dacoola while writing this but certainly Bob and yes Tony, I always liked Tony, everyone knew that. I would still love to be able to talk to them. Even Jane and Reilly and Gary, well maybe not so much but yeah, probably, yes, come together... |
