Jeffrey

On a sunny Sunday morning,
Not a cloud in the sky,
We unveiled his monument,
The first one in a new row,
Amidst a mass of gray stones
Proclaiming their dead residents
To any passerby who cared to look,
Stony eyes without souls
Telling their stories,
And Jeffrey now amongst them,
A young man in the prime of life,
Blond with blue eyes, full of zest,
Bright, endowed with talent and ability,
Always searching for his place in the sun,
But, somehow, never quite making it,
We all tried to understand him,
But we never really could,
His life's direction vague and uncertain,
He could have done so much
But death cut him short,
Robbed him of life and hopes
And all he might have been,
All his dreams - unfulfilled,
Without rhyme or reason,
But we will fondly
Remember him
And miss his sunny smile
In all the years to come...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz