On a cold Sunday morning . . . .
The world prepared for a day . . . .
Where people licked lollipops . . . .
And sipped on shine, until the night eased away.
And while lying in bed . . . .
I fixed myself.
Unknowingly aware of my upcoming regret
For not preventing the stain.
He said he knew everything at seventeen.
Minus the love we, as a community . . . .
Shared, and released onto the Blue Ribbon.
And my now immortalized regret . . . .
Because we never blew smoke rings in the dark.
If you would’ve stayed.
A mansion is what I’d give to you.
And Eldorado would be your getaway.
Because Heaven is where you were.
So why didn’t you stay?
I guess will never know the absolute truth.
Only a legend, or unforgotten folklore.
But maybe, just maybe . . . .
The answer lies, in an angel’s voice.
“Mama tried”, and Mama did a good job.
Time will heal all suffering.
And these years will fade forever onward . .
Into the distant sky . . . .
Where a spirit guides the way . . . .
And jumps, from one world to the next . . . .
Making new friends and foes, and they all shout parley!
I’ve stated what I feel.
That is all I can do.
Because nothing can change what happened.
And the Stained Bark, underneath the Blue Ribbon . . . .
Will forever represent . . . .
The greatest man I ever knew.
I’ll see you on the other side brother.
R.I.P. Zachary Ryan Segers
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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