Eulogy

Start with a breath and go
Headlong till death even
Marking and counting the time

His space abides so he
Sets things aside so to
Be about earning his dime

People he met are so
Hard to forget in their
Cadence and meter and rhyme

He won’t be the first but
We could do worse than a
Life lived in three-quarter time

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