I recently lost a friend of mine – at the same time that a few other people I know also lost people close to them.
For this week’s post, I thought I’d offer a poem by the great Bert Meyers.
Though about a specific person, I feel the sentiment speaks for many.
For W.R. Rodgers – Bert Meyers
I knew a candle of a man
whose voice, meandering in a flame,
could make the shadows on the wall
listen to what he said.
Time flowed from a vein that ran
its blue crack through his pale forehead.
He’s done. You’d need a broom
to arouse him now.
All things burn before they’re dead.
Some men are words that warmed a room.