TWO POINTS SHORT: A Poem for Wilmer
You do not need to know who I am to hear my voice.
I am obscured from you by an absolute choice.
You may want to start spending your efforts and your time
But if you do the meaning will be lost in the rhyme
Getting old and realizing your name becomes the focus of the day
You haven’t lost it; it is just located further back than you can say,
Having your bloated body plucked, sucked, poked, and rolled in a loop
Life has become centered on the waking moments giving way to pee and poop
You wonder and wander back to a remembered time when you were the king of the ball
You remember it well, that foggy hog stealing your memory; all
Changing the order of things blocking thoughts, ideas, and dreams
You are strapped to the mattress, but they don’t have your mind, but neither do you.
It can’t be night again, what happened to the events of the day, your debut
Was it yesterday or the day before when you arrived here in this cave, a tunnel of being?
Peace and hopelessness resigned, calming your mind leaving your ears to ring.
You have given of your time and moved along as they have prescribed,
Where’s the light at the end of this event. You’ve certainly tried.
Ahh, here is the help, here is the light, it shines on somewhere; it is waiting for you.
You see the light shining in prisms, you and the others in the room, here’s your crew
You move towards the line that is forming, as you are whisked along to the front
You are the center of attention. Are you the only one?
You hear the voices discussing all that you have done.
Your deeds, contributions, indications, hesitations, retributions and tribulations
Your strivings generate peace through instruction, love through modeling, contributions
Your prerequisite for truth and honesty shine through the assemblage piled high
Your cooperation in matters concerning the masses is legendary, essential, will never die
Your quest for trustworthiness and loyalty among all is illuminated time and time again
Your visions and hope for humanity won prizes, awards and claims a distinction; Bien.
Your responsibility towards justice and mercy for all mankind gave you benevolence
Your charity and kindness have been rewarded by never keeping us in suspense,
But through the loving, guiding, teaching, training, giving, hoping, and caring,
Doing and saying the right thing came as naturally as the load you were bearing
You find out you are two points short for eternity’s entrance fee.
Pearly Gates sure looked good all along the way, the ones now you can actually see.
No entrance fee dear soul not for you or me, go back, do it again for an eternity.
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