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 grey 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, not quite making it,
we all tried to understand him
but we just 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 remember him
and miss his sunny smile
in all the years to come...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz