This past November I went for a walk and heard sad news, the passing of a dear friend. I dedicate this to him.

A People-Person’s Peace

A people-person’s peace all around me
A lonely boonie-boondock
A far-away country
Idly watching a clock
Tribulations of boredom
Gone away in a flash
By fruits of freedom
Bearing feelings of greatness
To the village for a stroll
Friendly air warms November’s cool night
Suddenly a strange familiar troll
Smiles at me with teeth so bright
A village drunk greets me a hiccup
I learn of a friend's demise
Villagers continue to gossip
Oh sad news for my eyes
Not teary but I do care
The loss of a dear friend who was so glad
To just talk to his children twas everything to him so dear
Two sons and one daughter who lost their dad
Will never have his hand to touch
Will miss him so very much
Crouching atop the wooden bench
The lonely troll is on a lark
Aroma of burning fireplace wood smothers the sewer stench
Surrounded by the friendly air and silence of dark
Is the troll my imagination or perhaps the spirit?
Of my lonely friend who passed away
A lonely candle waiting to be lit
For him each and every day
A lonely candle waiting for a snuffle
A people-person’s voice without sound
A lonely candle amid hustle and bustle
A people-person's presence lost but always around
A people-person's eyes having no more sight
Yet always having perfect vision
Truly so kind and never one to fight
Cut so short his life and his mission
Forever friends no matter how far
People-persons' peace don't just come and go
Forever true to whom they are
In ways that happen. How?
We just don’t know
A people-person’s peace I cherish more than gold
A people-person's peace right from the very start
A people-person’s peace will never grow old
A people-person’s peace right from the very heart

By Gloria Buono © 2004