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MAURIE'S FINAL GATHERING
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JOURNAL #29 it was in short
his EVEREST in a jar
his reason and purpose
for having come thus far
the moon harvest
for which his soul had so longed
the melody upon which
he could frame his every last song
though he himself
would have solemnly sworn different
his life attested to
much of the same
kindness and rememberence
in effervescent refrain
though unadorned
many will no sooner forget his
inspirational name
now everyone stands
the powerful and the weak
so silently shaken
yet for the gathered stone faced
they screw on their cock eyed smiles
most brilliantly into place
but for the salt plenty rivers of anguish
dripping down their chalk like cheeks
happy amid their ravenous grief
for his pain free exit
into spiritual retreat
he taught this tangible world
he touched
so so much
while from its flawed inhabitants
he stuck to no path leading
to pride
he allowed everyone and no one
a garment upon which to drape
for him their pity
such tender low key wacky send off
would have put a twinkle back in his
retiring eye
especially when he read the after service
inscription at the foot of his casket
as his throng of starving admirers serenaded
him out the door
which brazenly stated in bright pink lip stick
EVERYONE
KEEP MAKING ME LAUGH
UNTIL THE DAY WE ALL DIE
FOR WHATEVER THE WHAT FOR!
at the sign of that late in the day epitaph
I laughed along with the crowd
to and for him
until I too shattered
for my great personal loss
in those final moments of
his last earthly nap
among us.....................
Melissa
(written Nov.22,2003 356am)
(inspired by the movie Tuesdays With Maurie)
