January 1984

life goes on

it always does, always will, always did

no matter what goes by

tomorrow still lies ahead

to soften the cross of today

the grief of the hour

is softened by the years

but still exists

when a name or a memory

return in conversation

to bring the trace of tears

to smiling, joyful eyes

viewed from afar

the hole is so small

all that is gone is you

whom we’ll meet again in time

until then life continues

while we try to survive

with a photo’ to replace the person

whose smile is gone the way of summer

when autumn leaves fill the sky

In memory of Ben Prinzen

1966-1983