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Subject: {ASSM} Footprints... (poem, caution, prefaced)
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| 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
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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

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  "Fighting to preserve peace is like coition to preserve virginity" - unkn

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