Michael Anthony Sortors Sr.

Away

I cannot say, and I will not say

That he is dead! He is just away!

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand

He has wondered into an unknown land.

And left us dreaming how very fair

It must be, since he lingers there.

And you O you who the wildest yearn

For the old time step and the glad return

Think of him faring on, as dear

In the love of there as the love of here;

Think of him still as the same, I say;

He is not dead, he is just away!