in remembrance of remembrance
i will raise yesteryear's glasses,
& shed a single kindergarten tear
for each fallen leaf in all my autumns.
& i will forever look forward to
one thousand last-friday nights
& each and every weekend breakfast had.
& i cannot wait to see all those i've seen
& those i will not see again
& those i will not see again
& eagerly expect each sound already heard.
i am waiting for each brush of skin which i have ever touched-
& i'm anticipating one and all that has transpired.
& unto all that's been, i will raise yesteryear's glasses.
This remins of Thomas' I See The Boys of Summer..not the least of which the line...
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We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross."