Sometimes we know when they arrive.
We watch them grow; we see them thrive
The blossoms they produce give joy.
Sometimes their private lives annoy.
We watch them mellow then mature.
For passing Time there is no cure.
We hate to see them start to fade,
Begin to dim, move towards the Shade.
As we grow old, we can look back,
Review their lives as ours grow slack.
We lose our grip, as they lose theirs,
Yet of us they’re caught unawares.
It doesn’t matter that the Affection
Moves from us in one direction.
What they have given us will last
After their own brief lives have passed.
For they gave meaning to our lives
Through losing husbands, changing wives,
Raising children, our careers
Without them might conclude in tears.
But at their best the Empathy
They evoked helped us to see
The Laughter they put on Display
Gave us Perspective, showed a way
To see less egotistically
To think far less derisively
To act with more Compassion
Our point of view refashion
To lighten Burdens, keep on smiling,
Know Good Humor is beguiling.
The worst things have a funny side
Knowing that, the sunny side
Of life is reached more easily
When we behave less sleazily,
Shun the lazy, cheap and foolish,
Wasteful, hateful, weird, and ghoulish.
We owe these Special People much
They’ve taught, enriched, filled Gaps. They touch
Our Hearts long after they have passed.
What they gsve us we know will last.
Performance Art transcends the faults
Performers lives have as they waltz
Above to Music of the Spheres
Where Uplift cheers, and then endears.
And so though Stars, like us, may fade
Flicker, dim, move toward the Shade
Their Light will last with Certitude
If we love Them with Gratitude.
~ FreeThinke
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