Forsaken, shamed, weighed down by fallen men,
Who were paid to cause trouble, loss, and pain,
I cried until my heart felt light, brain plain
Right at the site where songs we’d gaily pen.
The words they’d uttered pierced my heart more when
Your soul left this world to reach that domain
Where thoughts, words, deeds unite (like plates in chain),
And where love and peace rule, making men zen.
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Oh, I wish I were with you up above
So we both might make love afresh each day
And pen grand sonnets that no man shall shove
Out of their dying yet unending way.
Well, I shall soon be there to greet you, love,
For haven’t I now turned more than old to stay?
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