Another Scotch Poem

You passed on
Five years ago
I think of that
Sipping the last
Of the whiskey
You bought me
Ten years ago

You had turned fifty
I played at the party
It was all a surprise
Like the cancer you
Did not know about
And I did not know
You had passed for
Over a year.

I want to make this
Glass last a long time
'Tis but a symbol
The memory resides
Truly in the heart
And always in my soul


Here's to you this
"Cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne"

December 30, 2011
Lake Forest