More Than Death Less Than Life Poem by Dorsey Baker

laughter becomes a sun
and begins to shine
The bright sound of voices
speak loudly
but they make no sense
to a deaf ear that cannot hear
Pain or pleasure
forcing the path
and making it so hard to follow
Echoing in the empty brain
a hero is less
himself and more courage
to let naked trees
show themselves
to the heartbroken wind
above and beyond
expectations
Our values change
themselves and become
less worthy with time
and its movement!