For Billy
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Death Is Like The Ending Of The Last Summer Day
There is an absence now,
A place unfilled,
A chair on the porch where no one sits.
A loneliness lingers,
Like the quiet that comes
When all the Summer quests have gone ...
Beyond the ancient forest hills
The Summer sun is setting,
The lowered light making shadows fall
Upon the silver lake
Where laughter is remembered still.
And across the growing evening water gloom
I hear the lonely calling of a loon.
The last day of Summer is done...
Tomorrow will be new.
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