Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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All that Remains Is Oftentimes More Than You Think
All that Remains ...
All that remains number but few
a mangled scooter for one ....
hidden from view but for all to see
the havoc one mistake had done.
For years on tree bark did knelt
supporting its maple trunk, broadly hewn.
Fearful was I that if memory felt
would be cast to the wind if strewn.
When he rode it home that first night ...
a "giant" astride a motor ride small.
So incongruous the contrast did seem,
what lay before that us would soon befall.
To part with this relic,
would not I his memory betray?
An anguished decision, but I let it go
lest inadvertantly I myself slay.
Unlike the verdant green grass,
that withers so soon fast.
Stubborn remembrance defiantly stay
the course of time long last.
Alan D. Busch