douglas scotney - Mrs Robinson

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.

The thought she's in a better place
Only doubled mourning.
The better place is here.
Why can't she still be here?

douglas scotney

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