There are many paths to tread.

Gone But Not Forgotten

If life could be summed up in a poem,

We would not have much for which to live.

That’s why I love life.

It hits you where it hurts

And leaves, laughing.

But I’m not – in fact I’m crying

Because I’m nowhere near where I wish

to be tonight.

Know that you are all here with me

In what I wish could be called

My memory, but what is really just my imagination.

You may be gone from my vicinity,

But you are far from being forgotten.

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