TIME - Blogtober 2020

Time

Time is a gift we can never get back

Standing at your casket faced with the fact

Everyone's crying we're all dressed in black

A light has been snuffed my heart has been cracked

Music is muted without your presence

Joined at the hip forever in kinship

Uncle you got me through adolescence

Death cannot erase our companionship

You live inside me like a valiant knight

Every minute on stage deeply treasured

In your honor I continue to write

The hourglass drips like my memory measured

Hours or eons like a sailboat adrift

All the days I had with you were a gift

--Shenandoah Lynd

(a Shakespearean sonnet)