mike

this is for my brother's funeral service:

standing on a mountain top
sunshine reflecting off his face
alone on the world's rooftop
has to be his favorite place

he struggled through his life
moving from here to there
not bound to the system strife
enjoying life without a care

he wakes from the tent
kept in his bedroom
the car he bought most recent
around the track goes zoom

when he tires of his toys
he gathers his fishing gear
for what he really enjoys
fishing with corn off mom's pier

he struggled with his brother
though confides to him his secret
an estranged bond like no other
as he lights another cigarette

as the sun cracks the peaks
loading what little he has in pain
a distant ski resort to him speaks
getting that bus or train or plane

a different voice speaks to him now
he is called home time forever cascades
its his turn now to show us how
as a far off star flickers and fades