Yesterday I went to two funerals and am now forever changed,
by the circle of life and beliefs profoundly rearranged.
The morning was spent with my cherished childhood friend,
all of us shocked by his sister's unfair abrupt end.
Loving arms, tearful eyes and hopeful aching hearts,
all longingly admiring Mary's photographic arts.
Flooding memories of playing on country roads in carefree time,
falls from bicycles, poison ivy and oh so many trees to climb.
Snow forts, tobogganing and snowball fight near misses,
cross-country skis and stolen first kisses.
The afternoon came and brought my love home for an overdue rest,
with family among friends to sing through the evening's best.
Overwhelmed by memories of days long gone by,
when our dreams were big and no one of us was shy,
to believe we were wise in unhurried use of our time,
those were the glory days – they were yours and certainly were mine.
silly teenagers gone wild and of course our first true love.
We used to make music to celebrate and just to be,
a lifestyle too long forgotten by someone like me.
Songs we often sang for love of the lyric and smooth rhythm,
we sang them now for Glenn and music that was in him.
Memories come from his outdoor concerts and our muddy feet,
and parties crammed inside, too many to seat.
He used to set the stage for the music to play,
and so sing we did to honor his funeral day.
Pluck the petals around a daisy and sing that little song,
we are lucky when we are left with only the right one.
He loves me, she loves and I love them all too,
it's all that should matter to me and to you.
Too often I bog down with lofty thoughts,
scarcity mindset that judges all they think I ought.
Position, power and prestige - brains, bucks and beauty - as they say,
is truly just bullshit that quickly fades away.
No at two funerals the talk was all of grace,
certainly not of how many rats we might have in the race.
It's the next day while sitting here in my church pew,
the day after two funerals feeling selfishly anew,
I believe the message from Mary and Glenn for me and all of you,
is that when the good die young and often they do,
the lesson is not the speed of our time but the quality we use.