"Days of Tears and Tarnish" (Dedicated to David Meyers)

Days of Tears and Tarnish

(A poem on grieving, death and renewal)
Dedicated to David Meyers


Days of tears and tarnish
Often hidden
Behind one’s days of youth and charm
They came to you, you know
Like two water drops
Made into one, so long ago,
then one dies
And the other looks out the
Windowsill…
No glory descends
As the world turns
We just go back to
Living our life (after grieving):
Waiting for the mailman,
Paying taxes and bills
Feeding the fire to keep warm
In the cold Minnesota Chill;
Poised as a hushed rose
Remembering
All those years…


#2357/4-20-2008 (This poem is dedicated to an old neighborhood friend, Dave Meyers, died March 23, 2008, at the age of 64, from cancer—a quite sort of man, married to my high school friend Nancy, for 44-years).