He Had Died

He had died Andy, as the papers had said His life was severed like a piece of thread, Judgments against him will be made no more Now our very own souls we must now all explore, He now lies in his grave as we lie on our bed. He had once drunk his coffee and he ate his bread I wished we had walked together and he had led, But, for us that was never whispered or in store. He had died Andy! The truth will not always be written and read There is no one ever chosen to protect the dead, The suit of a bystander sometimes should be wore Especially when we forget the afters and remember only the before, I wished I could have heard the last words he had said. He had died Andy! Randy L. McClave