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Except the Heaven had come so near –
So seemed to choose My Door –
The Distance would not haunt me so –
I had not hoped – before –

But just to hear the Grace depart –
I never thought to see –
Afflicts me with a Double loss –
‘Tis lost – And lost to me –

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He walked, a stick, both lean and tall,
The streets, both night and day;
Disturbed by demons, not by tasks,
That wouldn’t go away.

He never leaned upon a stick
Like some men do to rest.
He never slowed, as if pursued,
And by a past possessed.

The only stops I saw him make,
To light a stick to smoke,
Were stops that fin’lly stopped him cold,
When cancer killed the bloke.

His treatment was both stick and shock,
The needle and the zap;
As if they knew not where to go,
As if they’d lost the map.

He told me often of his past;
The doctors made it stick
By talking, talking of his woes,
As if that’d do the trick.

My idea was much different,
To place a stick before,
A future stake, a goal to reach,
And past be nevermore.

But like the 45’s we had,
And all the 33’s,
The records scratched, they jerk and stick,
Repeating in a freeze.

He haunted haunts, since haunted by
A past that came to stay.
He walked, a stick, both lean and tall,
The streets, both night and day.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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