A Threnody

I should have said this on that fateful 9th of December The year 2009 when your breath forsook the corporeal And went to roam among the gay dancing stars; And failure to say it has dealt my heart an incurable beal. I know that late is better than never as they say, So, may I not therefore carry on with my threnody? Well, glittering jewels do not usually last as long As the eventful longevity of the average Kennedy. And you being the most precious among gems, Had to lose your glitter and gleam as years wound; Not a diamond or marble of your time shines anymore, And trinkets of your age cannot be nowadays found. Yet, your all-pervasive breath that’s found in everything Cannot be said to have evaporated on a single unfortunate day; And unlike other mundane jewels that their sparkle lose for good, You are a jewel whose glister increases with wear day after day. The indestructible crystal immune to cracks, The precious and immortal bracelet that history will wear And learn how the strivings of a single well-meant soul, Can imbue the whole world with a faith and hope so rare.