..at the final stop of someones life..


We loose dear ones..



In memory

The endless succession of days
flows like a river over our heads,
fleetingly the past hides the future
and various memories slip
unbidden through the backdoor.


And some of those who left
abruptly, suddenly had no time
to say farewell in healing ways.
So we sift our memories of them
the way a gold-digger pans
the sludge of the creek.
Trusting he'll find
one gold-bearing seam.


And some is washed away
and some is sifted once again
and after all the mean and misery
there is the gold, there are
the nuggets of companionship,
moments of utter trust.


So brother of mine
You left too soon
And far too fast
But in years to come
I will find again and again
The golden nuggets, priceless gems
In the sludge of time
and on the bottom
of each sorrow filled creek.
The effort is richly repaid
You left gold enough
For time and time's time.






Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2008-03-05 at 19:57

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well writan , Teddy , I feel with you thro your poem. I too have had those who's rode reached theare endings. Family , friends , a brouther who I never got too met , who did not even cover an inch of his road. So never got to say hellow , so never got to say goodbye. In my time I think of those who road ran a long side my road. I think of the times we shaidre , or what might have been. Those are my golden nuggets.
All the best Ken ( D Williams )

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