YOU HAD THE RIGHT IDEA

YOU HAD THE RIGHT IDEA

You had the right idea, my ghost,
To blithely sail around the world,
With the one that you adored the most,
A daisy chain unfurled.

For now that heaven beckons,
Our priorities seem skewed.
You had the right idea, my ghost,
Before life came unglued.

For now that I have lost to God,
Your playful roguish smile,
Your wit and your infectious charm,
That brightened every mile.
I curse each day that slipped away,
To drudgery and dross,
I long to see your face again,
This treasure I have lost.

I sit and yearn to hear again,
Your husky healing laughter,
That shimmers like the brightest light,
That echoes through the great hereafter
To know again your treasured song,
That echoes loud and lingers long.

You had the right idea, my ghost,
And now we mortals seem like tools,
Hammering away like we had forever,
Helpless pawns and wayward fools.

You had the right idea, my ghost,
For you knew that you were leaving soon,
To take with grace your rightful place,
Amidst the stars and moon.

You had the right idea, my ghost,
To mock and shake your fist at sorrow,
To shove your way to the front of the line,
To live like there was no tomorrow.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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