For Shirley
 

I cannot speak of sadness
without the thought of death
for grief comes upon me
when time makes its last bequest

I cannot think of you my friend
without wondering why
one woman gathers strength and lives
another says goodbye

the act is so confounding
to those who’ve seen the edge
we understand the quiet strength
and the desperate pledge

friend, you were not alone
that is life’s most cruel joke
many of us have been there
and still no one spoke
 

nfh
1/9/01
 

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