Some will be lost. There's no way to experience life without ultimately experiencing death.
But not Forgotten.
William Brett Shanley
3/31/1973 - 4/11/2012
Two Men - Revisited
Two men meet at the end of the road
One departed – one further to go
But sometimes they still meet
Like today, when’s it’s the time
To look back where they’ve traveled
Find a little peace of mind…
Two stories that still seem to unfold
One never forgotten, one left to be told
Come together and take a pause
Winded voices still move on and on
They share past and present
Then turn to depart
I stop and turn, look back at him
Starting to fade, won’t let the light dim
Must push on –
so when next we meet
There is another chapter
Two little feet…
I’ve lost many, some I’ve known for years and years
But this man that I followed can bring as many tears
I will remember what I can –
Though even though I think I understand
Some days I can’t
But I know the road.
I’ve walked it. Longer than he
And somehow I’ve been allowed
To live and breathe
Suffered with pain – with the uncertainty
Of staying together, when I just couldn’t believe
And the path ahead of me, well
Still have days it’s a little foggy to see
Two men say goodbye again
Not really brothers, not exactly friends
Each shares in their humanity
Insights others may not have seen
I move on – I press on…
3/31/15
clc
