A Good Man Gone

A Good Man Gone

A good man leaves such a hole behind when he is gone.

So many could have beens.

So many should have beens.

So many would have beens.

Strung out like stones in our path

Waiting to trip us up and make us weep,

When we remember who he was,

And why we miss him.

Micah Joel King (1977-2006)

© 2019 by Tom King