Sorry, I have once again to disturb your peace Sitting pen on blank page of your staring face Unable to write in remembrance of your grin Your laughter like the kicking car brand new Developing to like my jalopy mocking generator Such beauty was it often I can’t help but join So much more to think of you I always am in tears Not blubbering, howling, or weepy tearfulness But the sort you used to do as yabba dabba doo Except I look around and I am with just me and I So, my pen and I are here retrospectively thinking What’s going around where you are out in heaven? Are you perhaps with people gathered around you debating? Like last time we met in argument of all you see world over Of many injustices it pains you reekingly denying you of delight The much wanton looting and lacking you are filled with ill will Your reflections are nothing but pure angelic reasoning posture Like sound of music so pleasant and assuring to drive blue devils Just some of the reason...