One

1970's




You know how spirits come and go?
Well, I think sometimes too, that I know...
Or just feel it...
Though I won't admit to know it well.

Passing...
Passing...
And one...
Turning perhaps a sideward glance
In woe... or like a hopeless chance...
(But always backward otherwise...
Always casting down his eyes).
Forsaken ?... Maybe...
Forgotten ?... Maybe...
Unnoticed ?... Maybe...
Maybe so...
Takes a kiss
And giving with a loving hand
A faint farewell...
And, yet, by taking no stand
He has risen far above
And surpassed those who know.

Only a spirit...
Nothing gravely spoken or done...
Though his passing is not unnoticed
Before he is seen...
He is gone.




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