A good man died today, or maybe it was yesterday.
News of his passing just reached me today
A good man died
And in his honor I’m drinking some whiskey
Some sweet Jack that he would have liked
My heart weeps and my world quakes
But its foundations still hold firm
I may weep and I may wail
But my world has not been shattered.
My grief does sting , but it cannot, will not eclipse
That of those
Who held his heart their hands
Who lost their sun and moon today
To them and for them
I hold my glass up high
And weep still more tears
For grief, I cannot comprehend.
I will miss you, Chris. Be at peace, you are loved. You are remembered.