We did so while waiting at a train station,

He did pass on little tidbits of advice,

Seems even in death we do suffer from constipation…

Passed through my dreams of late,

Says he never could stay behind heavens gate,

To wander through poets and writers dream state,

That was his life-long ambition,

Now it is his death-long fate…

To meet the man who did write of such wonders,

After I have written of such life-long blunders,

He related that little of what we write does of our life a difference make,

As far as I was concerned I gave him applause loud as storms of thunder…

© ed ~ 12/16/05