Life goes on without him…

There is relief his strife is done

As heartache soon begins

And…

My mind returns to childhood

Where I grew up together with him…

Three peas in a pod…

Maury, me and Bill

B street was our refuge

Where he and our mother were born

It never leaves our memories

It’s the prologue of our book

B street held our secrets, our

Dreams, in our safe and

Homey nook…

Our fort was never breached

We never lived in fear

Tomorrow was the only

Future for which we ever

Cared…

Responsibilities were few…

He and I mostly spoke

Of the wonders of those times

As He became lost

At the ending of his years

He was Trying hard to go home again

For the safety he knew

In youth…

Finally he’s there…