For Matthew

1974

His life has gone out of our lives

He will never return again

Smiling when he arrives

Riding out of the rain

Awkward and tall and gay

Urgent with schemes

Discarding without dismay

The broken dreams

Drawing us into his life

Almost against our will

Sharing his speed and strife

Now he is still

 

We will not wait at the grave

We have our lives to live

Friends to whom he gave

All that he had to give

In all we do and say

The gift goes on and on

And cannot be taken away

After the giver is gone

 

A green and growing tree

After the fire

The immortality

Of his desire

 

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