Thirty years without you,
It has gone in a blink of an eye,
yet still, you remain, in my thoughts,
larger than life, the story man,
Adanac and the green painted door,
The Story Man, a ready tale
of heroism that I have tried,
and failed,
to live up to.
March 1st 1988, ironic to die
on a patron saint’s day, we all do
though I guess, have to pass
through the gossamer thin web and veil
eventually, it is though whether we