Good Bye Wise Friend

He walks slowly into a shroud, lingering, lingering,
Talking to those walking behind,
Giving his brave monologue of experience
In simple words made vast by insight.
I would call to him, plead,
Please stay. Don’t leave us.
But I know the futility.
He does not realize his feet aren’t moving.
What closes the distance is the shroud.

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