For The Want Of Why
As I ponder lost to wander
passing of another soul
so young of yesterday.
In the small southern town
from which i'm from
not understanding
the here in why.
No broke back mountains
here to climb such talent
in perspective
but few find.
Mentor broken heart so kind
seclusion magic broken spell
bereft of wife child
all know well.
Those whom see lids closed
true friends
whom know gone in the
blink of an eye
fly closer to the ground
now sky.
May those few whom
next do come
the lid to all eyes
please not be shut
keep all such as they
you see alive.
Not avoiding yet intervene
more futures will some have
to brighten all our days of life
23 January 2008
poem by Uloia Norris Moore
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