Poem: Voices of the Dead

Voices of the Dead

And another one dies.
Another voice that whispered in your ear,
sang to you, made you laugh,
made you more human.
Dead.

They will continue their whispering.
That is what the dead do.
But now it is up to you to hear them
for they speak no more.

About this poem.

Thich Nhat Hahn died yesterday. And Meat Loaf last week. And Betty White before that. The voices of my life, one by one. And so far, few new voices to fill their shoes.

Time to sing.

Tom

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