Requiem for Joel

I knew your father when he ran
He ran so hard and he ran so far
I wished he could out­run the death of his heart
But now I hear, even he had to depart
He tried harder then, than most any­body I knew
To cre­ate the world he wanted to live in,
but even on vaca­tion he packed his run­ning shoes
and some weird glue gun to patch their soles
when it was his soul that was leak­ing
Even the great and un-​​great in this world
may die squeak­ing,
but the heart, the heart
sets up a holler
Find­ing the depth of life in its end,
it doesn’t mat­ter, the color of your collar.

© Denise Schultz 2009

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