As the late sun sets and evening comes upon me
I imagine your faces and wonder at your hearts' desire.
Some of you will dine on roasted meats
Jest with kin and frolic under leaves,
While others will sup on memory
And weep for those absent in a home.
To all of you I say, remember that you were great.
You harbored power in puffed chests, strutted in cardboard crowns
And in bold timbres voiced rhyme and nuance
Far beyond your years but worthy enough
To melt in your small mouths like holiday sweets.
Don't forget I was there,
I saw and am
Forever grateful.
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