This poem is based on a true event of this past week, for no apparent reason the title (exactly as shown) appeared in my mind while I was futilely attempting to get to sleep. I only wish that I had gotten up and started writing then, as I believe that, I would have had a more entertaining and involved piece of work. However, two days later, it is what it has become.
I do hope you enjoy it, and that you’ll think about its message.
Have a great weekend everyone,
Jake.
Mr. Weber Died
As I lay in bed last night
a voice came from inside
informing me, for who knows why,
that a Mr. Weber died.
Now I thought about that for a while
and I finally did decide
that I did not know a Mr. Weber
no matter how hard I tried.
*
But, it caused me wonder I’ll admit
that my mind’s eye had applied
to Mr. Weber but one “B”
and just one “B” I spied.
But, as curious as that case may be
and that cannot be denied,
why should I then concern myself
that a Mr. Weber died?
*
Then suddenly it came to me
and I must say with some pride,
that perhaps I know the reason
I was informed of his passing tide.
Yes, perhaps he had no other one
no kin or friend nor bride,
yet, someone needed to have heard,
that said Mr. Weber died.
*
For remembrance is a soul’s last chance
to live again inside
the human spirit they once felt
and have now just been denied.
So, he was born again to me
and shall not, from me be pried
yes, I’ll remember very well
the night a Mr. Weber died!
***
Jack Downing
Aug. 2016
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Nice!
Thank you Mary..
🙂 wonderful
I’m touched by your sentiment Pat, thank you.
I think it’s still entertaining and involved (although perhaps not so much for Mr. Weber). 🙂
Perhaps Mr. Weber is more involved now than he has been in a while.. lol Thanks Bun.
This is a profound poem in the sort of way that it speaks to the humanity in each of us, that we would all like to be remembered. But the reality is that some of us are not; some of us die alone without family or friends.
Your words reveal the depth of your compassion for others and perhaps some internal thinking on your part about death.
God bless you, Jake.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts in poetry.
Audrey, I’m not always sure where some of my “stuff” comes from or whether there is any deep rooted involved, but it gives me great pleasure to have intelligent and creative people, like yourself, comment so positively on it. Thank you so much.
Your writing is worthy of comment. This is one of my all-time favorite poems you’ve penned. Continue to write.
I apologize for getting a chuckle out of this. I found it delightful, rather than sad. I like the idea that the universe might reach out to those of us with “empty” minds or nothing better to do and let us fill a gap in the scheme of things. I’m into the prayer thing, so that’s usually my response to things like this, but greatly admire your response! Loved it.
Whatever positive response my “works” invoke is perfectly fine with me Eileen. there was a certain humor involved as there is with most everything in my life. Shamefully, I must admit I can find humor in almost every situation. Perhaps it is my escape mechanism, of just the product of a twisted mind.. lol
Love twisted minds. I have told my husband that as soon as he dies, I am replacing him with a small dog that doesn’t eat so much. He is still able to do his architecture designing from his home office and I do my blogging etc. in the next room. The sound of two old people struggling with computers is intermittent “shiiiiiii, shiiiiiii, shiiiiiiiiiiiii, shit!” coming from both rooms.
Ah yes, the language of love is unmistakable.. lol.
Per usual…excellent!
Thank you so much Sal..