Now they’re gone
What does it matter?
They had their say
You heard their chatter
Their influence like vapor
Evaporation of the power
Coolly leaving behind
Just a few with sorrow
Who were the affected?
How deep the furrow?
Myth becomes truth
Legend imitates a tower
Soon the meaning is gone
If it ever was there
The memory is lost
Who would really care?
The block of life that counts
Is not the cornerstone
But the love in every brick
And how it has been shown
Affecting every soul it touched
In a quiet sort of way
Not worrying about tomorrow
Shining for today
Manifesting human change
Always to the better
Oh this precious gift of being
Has given back a hundred fold
Stanski
January 3, 2020 ^