Bud Shaw

Bud Shaw

You came back to Rochester

to die.  Many of

us were gone.

Some, like me, had no


how precious

short, yet fulfilled life

could be, then

we heard the

how and when of yours

and cried.  We cried when Trudy

told it four months past

due.  Life was

complicated by


yet some learned

enough, grabbed and ran,

compared and

drew a sigh

We seize all with zest,


in our quest for just a touch

of someone’s

memory twenty

two years down the road.


applies to sports and music

stars, not true

friends; except special

ones we hardly knew.

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