Ron Poem
Something about him
touched my soul
not just my mind
not just my heart
deeper
as if he were a part of me
come to life
I rejoiced
to be with him
to behold the sparkle in his eye
to be swept up by his laughter
to be a part of his imagination
An element of wild
in his soul
spoke to me
in a private language
not shared by society
But
a lifetime of hurt
doubt
fear
and the poor human condition
of limitation
crept in
We always want the impossible
whatever we get disappears
we try to hold on
to something that's already gone
and we wonder
"what was the point?"
Nobody knows
it's the same for us all
We turn to the beyond
asking God
for a handhold
And if we've lived enough
when the Titanic does sink
rather than panic
struggling to save our own life
we notice
that the band plays right on
and we smile
Nothing beats the way
the band plays right on
while the ship is sinking
