Bob Writes a Poem for Lynda

 

Our Days In Love

 

God! Damn it!

Who said, anywhere,

a life should end this way?

No, don't judge my asking;

don't question have I

or anyone the right.

There is enough death to go around.

Most certainly pretend not

her life

is spent in good time,

though time that was spent

is ever after remembered

by you and you

in joy and pain consecrated.

Just this

for those of us

awaiting our turn,

that we should know

however near or far,

a faithful life is rewarded

warmly by our friends,

and carried beyond our days--

in love.

 Bob