At the Wake
for Barry
You were not one for a poem unless it was sung,
and the music I hear now is deep that your life plays.
But you were a tolerant man, and would let lie among
the words at your wake, a rhyme to remember your days.
for Barry
You were not one for a poem unless it was sung,
and the music I hear now is deep that your life plays.
But you were a tolerant man, and would let lie among
the words at your wake, a rhyme to remember your days.