On A Life Well Lived: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem

Farewell, dear friend.
Defender of the truth.
Support of the youth
and outcast:
You have passed
at last.
But this is not the end.

You will continue on
in courts above,
as you have, with love,
charity, directness, being kind.
Always speaking what’s on your mind.
With eyes shining like the sun.

I did not know you were knocking
at Heaven’s Gate.
And now it’s too late
to say goodbye.
So I’ll cry
and try
to remember the joy we had talking
as your house kept rocking.

If I had known
(in my defense)
would it have made a difference?
I would just like to recall
our friendship.
The occasional tongue slip.
The laughs and good times we shared.
How much you cared.
And all
wrapped up with the joy in your home.

Your legacy
can’t be captured in poetry.
But remains in happy memory;
and lives on
in your strong,
inspiring progeny.

Tell Art and Helen hello for me,
for friends once,
friends will always be,
eternally.
Just like you and me.

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