You meant to say <br />'don't cry for me', <br />but stuffy, stoic you, <br />you had no words <br />and looked at me <br />that day when we both knew <br />about the end <br />another life <br />was being snuffed by God <br />the King of Nerds <br />around the bend, <br />received the final nod. <br /> <br />You never cried, <br />of that I'm sure <br />all smiles were hidden well, <br />you did abide <br />(there was no cure) , <br />stayed deep within your shell. <br /> <br />I shall not weep <br />here at your grave, <br />a chip off the old block, <br />no tears will seep <br />from sons so brave <br />but you may hear a knock <br />as heels I click <br />just in the nick <br />of the allotted span. <br /> <br />You taught me well <br />when I was small, <br />but now I am a man. <br />Some day, I too <br />shall lounge like you <br />and catch the morning sun <br />in restless dreams <br />wherein it seems <br />that life is never done. <br /> <br />And, now and then, <br />no telling when, <br />a visitor will stay <br />or just walk by <br />but will he cry? <br />It's very hard to say.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-shall-not-weep/
