The poem below had its beginning is a blog comment I made to a friend's post. His words spoke directly to something inside of me, and I immediately felt what I had to write.
The same friend left a comment on his blog, which challenged me to take my initial poem further.
The poem below is the result, and it comes straight from my heart and mind. I encourage you to go to John Malone's blog post and read the words that started it all.
To the dead man down by the sea,
thank you, for the sad tale of your lonely
ending in life brings my own family even
closer to my heart. And it makes me glad
my father’s life ended as he was cared for
by workers who truly did care. The
differences between the two deaths
are stark, one a family man who ended
his life, loved and mourned by many,
the other, mourned perhaps, by none.
I mourn the passing though, of this
unknown and possibly unloved man.
For me, he will stand in for the universal
unknown poor man, one who struggles
through life in his lonely way. They cope,
or fail to cope, these people, and are
ignored by the multitude. In his passing
though, this one man stands in the place
of the many. I pay tribute to them all,
the people, unloved and unmissed, those
we try to forget. They each lived their life,
and played their part, in society’severlasting drama.