You see it now, you must know now, you must let us know! What did we earn? How much of our yearnings are open to conjecture, satisfaction, or denial? Were we correct in our misgivings, lies & giving? Did we, are we, will we miss the boat? I left you behind, in an eighth grade classroom, as me & the rebels jumped out the window to freedom & wildness, leaving 218 West Washington St & the Nuns behind! Were we unnerved or just crazed? The smoke of the sixties became the stark realities of the seventies, & Nixon, we cruised through the eighties, and into Prosperity, Want & Affliction! Oh Vince, when we re-unite for your Memorials, will you please whisper to our as yet unsettled hearts? Will you smile, through a cloud, or send a bird to grab a flower from your too early coffin? Can you please let us know we’re not Lost, not devoid, not to be found? Can you get someone to let you close to the Gate & Wave? Or Grin? You, who fought, can you please let us know what we are up to Counts? To Them? To you? To yours’ or even, blessed Man, Ours? I sure would appreciate it, as I’m sure everyone you touched will be so satiated by just that sign you send, in Your Name! Amen.
PS: I’ve lost seven friends in the past eleven months. Will you please ask Jesus to take a break? Thanks, Man.