He Has Just Gone Home

Lying here, you see a shell
Of the dear man we knew so well.

It looks just like it was before
His soul was summoned to death’s door,

But this is not the man we knew—
It’s something like a worn out shoe.

He left the face that looks the same;
This is the form that bore his name;

But the one we love has slipped through time
To awake to his reward sublime;

So today weep for yourself alone—
He is not dead; he has just gone home.

B. Killebrew

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