Mrs Robinson III-Eternality
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
'Her song is soft as mine.
Now she's only song,
Sorry as I am she's gone,
Our songs are out of Time.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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