Walking On A Cloud

He is my older brother, Who just walked through heaven's door, Today I said goodby to him, Now I wonder, will I ever see him anymore. Will ever again i see his baggy clothes Or his long brown hair, Him wearing his favorite tennis shoes Or the jewelry, that he always enjoyed to wear. No more will he sit on my front porch And he won't be tapping on my window, He won't be sleeping in my house any longer And he won't be seen leaving Earth in a limo. He won't ever worry about his next meal Or if his bills have been paid, Or making it on time for his Doctors visits Nor, will he ever again be afraid. He is now no longer hungry Or dragging his leg when he walks, No longer is he tired or is he worried; Happily, all will understand him as he talks. He won't see or feel anymore sadness Those emotions are no longer allowed, And he won't look to see of any pain or suffering, Now he is walking on a cloud. Randy L. McClave