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Requiem: Death of a Friend
Now that he is gone
the first pain has moved
into a corner of its own
a sense of loss pervades the spirit
we are diminished
the soul says to me
for we are alone
in a universe too vast to know a
strange dimension of time
we can never comprehend
If we are to survive
we must believe
in the teachings of our fathers
and when a grand child walks the streets
on some future day
he will walk with him
just as surely
as he is here with us
Let us sit together
in a quiet place
and remember
Jack Mashman
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