When they ask, “Who?”
And ridicule you for mourning a stranger
Don’t reply
Never give air to ignorance
Their world is small, and it shows
Have they not left their circle?
Read a book?
Who knows
Their loss.
They’ve no memories about which to smile
No tales to share or reconcile
For what you’ve seen, and heard, and known
For that to which you’ve been exposed
That gave you joy
Made you burst into happy tears
But laugh at first
Expanded your mind
Gave you hope, some seldom find
For the wisdom
The songs
The lyrics
The prose
You honor, as if they were your own
They were your family; your friend
What touched your life
No one can steal
With their sarcasm, doubt revealed
All they boast is their limited state
Their abridged lessons
Stripped down tales
Bland history texts
Unusable tools
Their lack of empathy, brands them fools
In gratitude you stand
For being taught how to applaud
How to appreciate, and laud
The good that a stranger spent their life
Engaged in, so you’d be the recipient of light
A witness to a life well-spent
And know what’s truly excellent
And worthy of applause
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