Theodore
I know not where you dwell today
But suspect these words betray
Your death was not your end
Your having the wisdom and kindness to send
Something of yourself beyond your time
I lacked full appreciation of your gift sublime
So full then of youth and lust and passions less tamed
In my years of descending trajectory
At last I have the wisdom
To celebrate and to salute your fame.
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