James Garner.... R I P
Author: Shiloh


They are going.
Most of them have already gone.
Not too many are left,
and those, too,
will be joining the others before long.
It's such an unyielding force,
with no pity.
As we get older,
we mark the days off,
with little tick marks,
of this old friend,
or that old friend,
as they pass over to the other side.
Those are our markers these days.
They serve to show us
how much time has passed,
and how little may be left to us.
So many wonderful memories,
so many things we learned,
so much of all of that is gone,
so soon - oh, much too soon.
We watch and count them
as they go,
feeling the strong emotions,
missing what was now gone from us...
missing them all the more,
for they were friends.
They were our companions,
they were a way of life
in that magical and wonderous world
that we could only watch from afar.
Every once in a while
another joins the march,-
the parade, if you will,
going off to another place,-
another bit of our childhood... gone...
away from us.
away from us.


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