In Memory Of George Sykes
So they decided to number the days
God gave you. Lined them up and out
to a finite end, give or take the consequential
few. Days that could have swum by at
close to the speed of terror.
But, gauging the accuracy of science
and capricious life,
you paid no attention.
Death is no failure, no surprise.
Hope is an irritating thing,
doubt and desire gnawing
at the cluttered parts of your mind.
You did not succumb to it.
You just lived.
I originally wrote this for my Uncle George but, in keeping with the times, I am re-purposing it. No, same purpose just another time.
In Memory of George Sykes by Constantine von Hoffman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.