from those long since passed
Bohemian days you were one
of the few, the very few,
I would have wanted
to have met up with again
to chat about old times
and assess life’s course
from late youth through
middle age to the onset
of these our golden years.
Yes, you were one of us,
not without your flaws,
being human after all
yet, some five years older
than me, you seemed wiser,
a mentor then, and a guide
in the turbulence of youth.
Ah, but now, now I have heard
that you have passed away
suddenly, dying unexpectedly
on a dreary Monday morning.
Thus my imagined reunion
will never occur on this earth
so perhaps those golden years
were our past not our future.
Yes, old friend, you were just
a man when all is said and done
but you shall be remembered
for you are part of what I am.