May God bless you and your...
Farewell, My Friend
Miklos Pogonyi (1946-2017)
The stony words said,
Were quiet.
Though only air
They loom,
Heavy and dark,
To darken more
The shadowed room.
Well then, well drink.
The golden liquid foams
Then slowly sinks,
As nothing gold can stay.
He looks up,
Wry, as always,
But with nothing
More to say.
Finally, a farewell:
My good friend,
My dear good friend,
How...
Mark Lehman
April 20, 2019 | Cincinnati, OH