When I’m gone, a time so long,
Though I’m far, from where you are,
You’re in my hall, hanging on the wall,
A picture there, memories we share.
To my friend, this verse I send,
It may be small, but it’s not all,
It’s just a note, something I wrote,
As God’s above you, I’ll always love you.
-Roger Deemer, 7 August 1988