His life could be explained
in Pop tarts and fish
Why Pop tarts and fish?
It seems absurd for a poem
like this.

At first glance there is a
hard flaky crust
This is his personality
Solid and hard to break
to the touch.
It is only a ruse for inside
Really there is a warm gooey
center inside.
From which soft fruits of
kindness flow from within.
Warm and tasty as it flows
from the start.
The warm blood of a kind, strong
heart.

And like frosting on top my
time with him was
Sweet and fun
Very thin and quickly resolved
The taste stays on my tongue
Gone but not forgotten.

His life is also like a fish
For in the ocean it sits
A shallow life it lives
Wanting nothing but hopes
and dreams.

When all of a sudden,the
bait is set, the fish is
hooked and it is taken
to the sky to the heavens
above
To wind up on someone's
plate.
Full of taste and full of love.

And still our life is the lake
For our fish to swim
The bait is our line for heaven
to take.
And we will see him again
Some day on the plates where
memory and great minds meet.