When does a salesman mourn?
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> I'm looking out this morning over a still pond in my mind's eye.
> I looked last night upon a black n gray storm cloud. Someday i will die.

> I never saw him sad. BC was always cheerful.
> I'd side up to him and crack a quick joke.
> he'd fire one back and give me an earful.

> I asked him for advice. He was sincere, not dismissive.
> Usually we didn't talk long, just a quick pep talk from a coach.
> Looking up last nite at black n gray storm clouds,
> Looking out this morning over a soft still pond,
> It hit me like lightning strikes a tree,
> When does a salesman mourn?

> Wednesday was the day we knew BC went off to heaven.
> Because all realtors go to heaven.
> Thursday I had to be cheerful and Friday i had to smile,
> Saturday gave me no time to ponder life for awhile.

> Looking up at the black n gray clouds I felt them!
> I felt their need to cry and leak tears across the valley!
When can a salesman mourn?

> One hundred decibels scream through my shut window
>Reminding me the city does not let me mourn!
> One hundred decibels belch smoke and noise
> I can leave here! I stay.
> One hundred decibels mock me
'you'll have no peace and quiet now! '
> One hundred decibels scream in anger
>A cacophonous wail that one would kill to quiet!
> The scream of the leaf blower we hate it each day

> I despise what takes good things away from us
> I despise what makes us old, weak, and infirm.
> One hundred decibels scream in contrast to the soft
> voice of a cheerful salesman.
> One hundred decibels assault my mind
in contrast to the friend I mourn.
> The soft encouraging voice of Bill Clayton
>for whom we mourn.
> A talented singer writer artist whom i only knew
> In the sunset of his life
> With this writing i mourn his passing.
> May he sing now in the heavens.

BEAU GOLDEN

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