I wrote this for my friend Nathan last November for his 40th birthday
In Honor of His Birth, We Celebrate
Yes, we did imagine growing older,
but we could not predict the earth, this place.
Circle of friends, realize truth in his face.
We traveled through years to rest on this road’s shoulder
Glancing at old photos of Nathan in the faded folder,
A special love to support and honor thee,
man of gumption, music, peace and unity.
The truth is we know of no one bolder.
In honor of his birth, we celebrate
his gift to uplift the tired and the weak
because sometimes it feels much to bleak
to continue on but we know we must
we make art, we make calls, we fight or we bust
down the wall, we dance and sing as one
family we are through sun and storms, we won’t come undone.