my thoughts on Frank's death

[john hagerhorst]

Frank

Frank is dead

I hardly knew him

Yet I knew him well

I knew him to be one

Strong and honest, warm & kind

And I knew that he would

“Have my back”

No matter what the harm

Yet sweet and docile as a lamb

With the quiet kind of valor

 Which is the hero’s mane

I knew he thought and did think well

And I’m sure that he enjoyed

The answer to the question

That “what next” of which

We make such futile answers

Out of fear fear of nothing

But our lack of knowledge

Frank knew no fear

That love of life Frank held

He carried with him

To the whatever, wherever, however, whenever

That must be next

And if this universe we live in

Is as logical as it seems

We can look forward to

Our next meeting with Frank

Somewhere, somehow, sometime