When does a salesman mourn? <br />> <br />> I'm looking out this morning over a still pond in my mind's eye. <br />> I looked last night upon a black n gray storm cloud. Someday i will die. <br /> <br />> I never saw him sad. BC was always cheerful. <br />> I'd side up to him and crack a quick joke. <br />> he'd fire one back and give me an earful. <br /> <br />> I asked him for advice. He was sincere, not dismissive. <br />> Usually we didn't talk long, just a quick pep talk from a coach. <br />> Looking up last nite at black n gray storm clouds, <br />> Looking out this morning over a soft still pond, <br />> It hit me like lightning strikes a tree, <br />> When does a salesman mourn? <br /> <br />> Wednesday was the day we knew BC went off to heaven. <br />> Because all realtors go to heaven. <br />> Thursday I had to be cheerful and Friday i had to smile, <br />> Saturday gave me no time to ponder life for awhile. <br /> <br />> Looking up at the black n gray clouds I felt them! <br />> I felt their need to cry and leak tears across the valley! <br /> When can a salesman mourn? <br /> <br />> One hundred decibels scream through my shut window <br />>Reminding me the city does not let me mourn! <br />> One hundred decibels belch smoke and noise <br />> I can leave here! I stay. <br />> One hundred decibels mock me <br />'you'll have no peace and quiet now! ' <br />> One hundred decibels scream in anger <br />>A cacophonous wail that one would kill to quiet! <br />> The scream of the leaf blower we hate it each day <br /> <br />> I despise what takes good things away from us <br />> I despise what makes us old, weak, and infirm. <br />> One hundred decibels scream in contrast to the soft <br />> voice of a cheerful salesman. <br />> One hundred decibels assault my mind <br /> in contrast to the friend I mourn. <br />> The soft encouraging voice of Bill Clayton <br /> >for whom we mourn. <br />> A talented singer writer artist whom i only knew <br />> In the sunset of his life <br />> With this writing i mourn his passing. <br />> May he sing now in the heavens.<br /><br />BEAU GOLDEN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-does-a-salesman-mourn/
