That One Is Gone Poem by Frank Avon

There once was
a walker
a jogger
a runner -
that one is gone.

There once was
a singer,
a tenor,
in the choir or solo -
that one is gone.

There once was
a teacher,
with a trusted memory,
a knack with a class -
that one is gone.

There once was
a speaker,
not a fulsome orator,
but one who would be heard -
that one is gone.

There once was
a gardener
digging and delving,
planting and pruning -
that one is gone.

There once was
a lover
lusty and eager,
midnight or morning -
that one is also gone,
long gone.

There once was
a believer
sometimes a doubter
but one who prayed, 'Help mine unbelief.'
That one clings on.
Though all the rest are gone,
that one alone clings on.