Howard Johnson Poems

I am standing at your funeral
Ready to say good bye

I am standing here
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The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
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Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
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A large willow tree
Still budding
With small leaves
Taking in warmth
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My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
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Kindness
Sharing
And service
Seprates us from,
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The measure of a Man/woman

Is not the amount problems he/she has
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In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away
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