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He died again today –By William Robert Stoy, IV

His name on lips of sorrow,
Said to me,
I, II, and III have passed away
Three, so close to me
Should Four now fear?
I don’t hold life as dear as those who dread their days of end
A comfort close at hand
Holds hope, and I am grateful for the days I have

Though I know now, I’ll never have to hear “he died” again

If only I could live a life so full
As the first, now leaving me
The last of my kind

His funeral a peaceful sight
Death, all too familiar
I guess that’s why I’m not afraid to die
After all, death is no stranger
And certainly no stronger than life
And even shorter
One simply leading to the other
I know they spend their days together now
This brings a smile
A laugh, genuine
Looking around at loved ones left behind
There is no suspected sorrow in the surrender
They have learned to let go
One specific face, sullen
Uneasy, anxious, avoiding
He has not yet learned, though
He takes his time to say goodbye
Wipes his eyes, “Ugh, something in my eye, allergies maybe”.
Clearly in denial
I accept it every time, so easily
I’m not sure why.
I fall in line, the last, ironic
It is now time
To approach in adoration
I step towards the elegant case, funny
We were just joking about how ridiculous,
How elaborate, those boxes we stick ourselves in
Forever
Drop ‘em in the dirt
Cover over
Ourselves, and everything
We’ve done, hopefully
cover over closure
He’s laying so still, so peaceful
A body with the life all out
Like a porcelain doll my grandma made
Man I hope I die as happy as this man
A lovely life long lived
His brow, creased with many thoughts now ceased
His closed eyes, forever holding images of beautiful and terrible things
(Like a treasure chest of paintings)
His lips, content and maybe even smiling
His hair, balding, but there, I cant help but think of mine 'n laugh
His fingers, folded, worn like a man’s hands should be
His skin, simply the surface of an empty container, I remember, wrinkled and old and ready to be buried
“Let me go”, I hear him whispering
“Heh, I know old man, tell them I said hey, and I’ll see you on the flipside”
That is what I say, golly,
It’s easy letting go