Sitting here thinking
Not really thinking
More like recalling
Someone that I
Scuttled long ago
After he outstayed
His brief welcome
Why is it
Those we wished
Forgotten somehow surface
Like ghoulish hands
From the graves
Seeking one more
Moment of life
Stay down there
Where you chose
To be and
Not up here
With the living
And the loving
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 