His Song Was To Short Poem by Ric Porter

A thousand tomorrows pasted us, in the wink of an eye, they passed us without pause, rhyme or reason, conscience or cause.

The song that was Peter DeMarco was to, to short. That song now a beautiful melodic unfinished work of untold proportion and promise leaves us wanting more.
The case that Peter came in was flawed, eventually failed him and he was called home.

A man of stubborn conviction, Intense faith, and faith in Int.en.s.e, he wore sensitivity and genuine concern for others, unashamedly on his sleeve. Empathetic to fault, it weighed heavy on him and troubled him some days, we spoke of it often

We spoke of records to break, aches and pains that beset us, old age that we hoped and prayed would be the one that would finally get us, over Heinekens, pure ideals and home cooked meals.

Many wishes for you my friend, but most of all peace. Peace in knowing your time was appreciated by all that were fortunate to have met and known you.

We will cherish and honor his memory and his legacy as he would have wanted, Int.En.S.E-ly.