Eulogy

At the end of the long walk on the rough road Under the twilight sky of the setting sun You might look back at the fading footprints You will hear they find a frail voice and tell you To write a eulogy for you before the sun sets. The footprints will take you along the reversed time You will search within the archive life has made Find among many other footprints already erased Some indelibly preserved in a remote corner That would configure you in their own manner As a responsible son who imbibed the life’s values A loving husband who shared everything life gave A caring father who showed the children dreams A decent human being who found good in everything An optimist who would live content in residual time. Eulogy is not a statement of self proclamation But a commitment of the uncaving conviction That reflects what you tried and wanted to be For others to validate when you won’t be. June 26, 2019