To a friend– freedom: Howl at the moon

Howl at the Moon. ‘Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.’ Allen Ginsgerg

Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice– in your writing and/ or in your everyday life? Ben Huberman 

Tony Bowring, art school days in the 1960s.

To a friend — freedom

Tony left, mercy be.

His worn body, set free,

A slow departure, body rent,

Breathing fraught, with discontent.

 

Finally he’s risen high,

Where he’s welcomed in the sky.

Rejoicing and much merriment,

Is now where he can be content.

 

My thoughts go to those left behind,

who miss his cheeky, creative mind.

His smile lighting up a room,

will for a time be left in gloom.

 

Thankfulness that he no longer lingers,

in that half world where disease fingers.

His joy at being free at last,

from stress and illness is a blast.

 

Time heals, is something to be learned,

for close ones of the unreturned.

Tony’s life will forever bring,

a smile to those where memories spring.

 

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