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WHEN THE LIGHTHOUSE GOES DARK

Sir Tony Taylor

WHEN THE LIGHTHOUSE GOES DARK

WHEN I FIRST VISITED THE COSMOS
YOU SPREAD THE WELCOME MAT
WITH YOUR KIND WORDS
AS THOUGH YOU KNEW ME
ALL MY LIFE.

MY POETIC LANGUAGEΒ 
WERE NOTHING, BUT BABBLES, AND RATTLE,
BUT YOUR WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENTΒ 
ENERGIZED MY FEEBLE MIND,
AS YOU EXPOSED YOUR TRUE SELF,
AS A HEART OF GOLD.

YOU WERE THE FACE OF COSMOFUNNEL..
WITH A MIND UNLIKE ANY OTHER,
JUST AN Β OCEAN OF KNOWLEDGEΒ 
AND WISDOM,
THAT STAINED THE PAGES OF THE COSMOSΒ 
WHEN YOUR INK BEGAN TO DRIP.

YOUR EXIT HAS CAUSED A DRAFT,
YOUR SILENCE HAS LEFT MANY WANTING,
AND I HAVE LOST A TRUE FRIENDΒ 
IN THE CYBER WORLD.

BUT SUCH IS LIFE SIR T.
AGAIN I MUST ADJUSTΒ 
TO THE DAWNING OF A NEW DAY,
AS YOU MUST, IN YOUR NEW ENDEAVORS…
I TRULY MISS YOU SIR T.

WILFORD BARKER.

Β 

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Wilford Barker

Poetess..
you are very kind with your complement. But I am just a sampling in the garden of established flowers like yourself Poetess.Β 
I am sure that Sir T.
Appreciate us all thinking about him.
What a genuine person.Β 

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Syd

Hi Wilford, this is a great tribute write. I really miss Tony's poems and comments on Cosmofunnel too. I private messaged Tony a couple of months ago but I will keep that message private. He was such an inspiration to me too when I first started writing.

- Syd

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