Message-ID: <41592asstr$1049274607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@soup2nets.tampabay.rr.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030401203714.A30223@soup2nets.tampabay.rr.com> Reply-To: cupasoup@softhome.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Disposition: inline User-Agent: Mutt/1.3.22.1i X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 20:37:14 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Footprints... (poem, caution, prefaced) Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2003 04:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41592> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw | Caution: Right now I've heard more about my father's illness. | Additionally, a bright young woman I correspond with has lost | a mentor, so, springing from a note I sent her, some of what I | said is echoed here, as I move to facing a loss myself in the | near future. | | This is not about sex, this is not about romance. It only | deals with the echoes of relationships. Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Footprints Part: Universe: Reality (or as near as makes no odds) Summary: Footprints in my mind, echoes... Keywords: poem Revision: $Revision: 1.1 $ Archive: Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: footprints.x,v 1.1 2003/04/02 01:28:24 jcl Exp $ Footprints by Jack C Lipton The sense of loss so clear another voice lay stilled the sound of it still echoes despite not reaching my ears Death so final is a door closing to part us from friends avoiding loss impossible for we all shall pass through Those I've known have walked leaving gifts to me of mem'ry once gone I now can recall the laugh and sound of voice A world made emptier by loss of one who I've known for long each loss gets not easier for no two have walked the same Loss so sudden can happen between one day and the next a lunch time bull session time ne'er enough for goodbyes Echoed voices they still linger kept precious within my heart for me they keep my counsel still here and yet apart We carry our friends with us through life and unto death hasten not to the end of days for we must walk ourselves We touch as we have touched laying footprints as life's hints our voices we hope to echo in those hearts we still live. Fini -- Jack C Lipton | cupasoup@softhome.net | http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ "Fighting to preserve peace is like coition to preserve virginity" - unkn -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+