Don’t think you are never seen, dear friend,
You leave a trace wherever you wander –
A smile, a laugh, a hope.
Don’t think you are never heard, my pal
There is always someone listening –
A song, a word, a joke.
Don’t think you are ever forgotten, old friend,
For when we passed each other
In that briefest of time,
You left a piece of you with me
That I’ll carry wherever I go.
bobby stevenson 2017