In Memoriam 17 March

 

I miss you, friend

I drank scotch (not Jameson’s)

At your wake

 

You always liked this day

When we celebrate the troubles

And pray through beer for

 

Peace—you are in heaven, now

While I remain on a

Purgatory of earth

 

I believe; and I hope to see

You someday, which is more

Of an Amish than an Irish

 

Thing to say

Be in peace and joy and all

Green in forever living

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