WillA Poem by Robert FachowskiIf something happens, anyone, pass it along.Just a simple wooden box for me, some nice flowers for added aroma, and some good food. Simple. Because what's important can never be bought. Only realized, contemplated, talked about, cried and (a must) laughed about. It is a party, a celebration and a time wherein people are brought together. I decree that weeping at this time will be limited to a maximum of 30 minutes. However, if it doesn't feel like it is enough hug someone. Don't even think about who it is. Do this as many times as possible until you are okay to smile again. Music must be flowing through the air most of the time. Friends may come forth and play tracks too but only ones that have distinct associations; ones I knew. To the fam, despite everything, and there was a lot in that everything, you all have never left my heart. The final words, may the right be given to 3. To my true family; to whom I can say nothing to because it will never be enough. Finally, if anyone looks in the wooden box, and sees anything other than a smile, playing on my lips, kindly open it and make the necessary changes. Anything different would be a lie and everyone must know the truth. Be at peace.
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