A Poem to Damon

This is a poem Robin Cross wrote to Damon and wanted to share it with my family.

Days go by and things unfold, no one knows what tomorrow holds.
Day by day we live our lives, all the while we wonder why.
We live our days busy like any other, without ever stopping to acknowledge one another.
Work, school, ball games, home life, and such, who ever realized it’s all those things that mean so much.
So often those moments ...are taken for granted, just because it’s always what’s wanted.
We often lose sight of what matters most, in the daily rituals to which we boast.
Days like these are when it seems to sink in, when in fact it is where we should always begin.
We only get one life to so called “blaze a trail”, who ever realized it could be so frail.
So take your morning, noon, and nights, and hold on to each precious memory with all your might.
Make sure you tell the ones you love, just how much, for that could very well be your last touch.