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Rest in Peace - Songs for the Dead - 2. Remembering Cognac69

@cognac69 was not with us for a long time. However, he ingrained himself in this place and in the hearts of many of us. There are 3 poems here. The first is my own. My poem for him. The two others he left for me ... and after speaking to @cognacjnr , his son, I have decided to post them here. They are each touching and poignant. They belong with him.

 

 

You knew that life marched on

And you knew you were not long for this world

I am glad to have known you

Sad you are gone, but I remember with a smile.

 

Our time together was short, but you were alive

Life was to be grabbed and you did

Not always in a good way

But mistakes are great teachers

 

You were wise enough to see the lessons

Time was short but you filled it

With shouts for justice and love

And the importance of giving from the heart

 

You wanted only to spread love;

To feed those who had so very little

You nourished their souls with food and kindness

What greater thing is there, than that?

 

 

 

 

Some Days

 

Some days you feel invincible,

Some days you feel like Superman.

Others you question your mortality,

So you just do the best you can.

 

Some days your full of energy,

Those days you need no rest.

Others everything is so hard,

But still, you do your best.

 

Live your life without regrets,

Cherish each and every day.

Respect and love those around you,

They are special in their own way.

 

One day it will all end,

It's the day we come to fear.

How do I know all of this?

For me, that day draws near.

 

 

 

Time

 

So many things to do,

There's not enough time.

So many things to say,

There's not enough time.

So many places to go,

There's not enough time.

So many people to see,

There's not enough time.

I thought I'd have tomorrow,

I've run out of time.

 

 

~~~

 

 

Rest in peace, my friend. xo
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18 hours ago, Defiance19 said:

I missed a lot of the interaction with cognac, but when I did, he was warm, funny and kind. 

His poems say a lot about him, given what we’ve learnt...and yours pays him a wonderful tribute. 

He will be remembered fondly.  

 

Thank you for sharing, tim. :hug:

 

Thanks for reading them Def, i do this for me, to help me process, but i hope it helps others .. so they can write something or come back to remember.

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poetry is how you process things like this, it's on your profile page poetry is how you write your world.

having this here is, as you said, a small and appropriate memorial to cognac

i'll treasure the memories that were made talking with him

and am grateful that his son trusted and shared the others, his dad's final gift to us

 

thank you tim, cognac, and cognac jr

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2 minutes ago, mollyhousemouse said:

poetry is how you process things like this, it's on your profile page poetry is how you write your world.

having this here is, as you said, a small and appropriate memorial to cognac

i'll treasure the memories that were made talking with him

and am grateful that his son trusted and shared the others, his dad's final gift to us

 

thank you tim, cognac, and cognac jr

thanks very much molly ... he was a wonderful man.. always kind and funny . thanks for your lovely comments.

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