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Hey Harry
You told so many stories,
You touched so many lives.
Men as you had a positive impact.
You cared for the hungry;
you gave time and attention to the needy.
I admire your art, I appreciate your work.
I am however taken by a lyric of yours.
It is from a sweet little song that holds all your charm:
"Any Old Kind Of Day";
You describe so well this life we lead,
Every day is a special day, albeit simple...
It is the refrain: "why'm I thinking something's left behind?"
Every night as sleep is sought I feel that refrain,
Call it anxiety, or worry, just leave it unnamed, it is there.
May I try to explain?
It is because the thing that is left behind is the prime thing:
It is the recognition of our Designer,
It is the fact that we have wandered off,
We have gone astray-we are not alone here.
We are in fact in the middle of an epoch making transition ...
Yes good and evil are the issue.
Someday I hope to see you, to explain it all to you.
Hunger will be gone; there will be nothing "left behind".
"Any Old Kind of Day" will be of peace, eternally...
Hey Harry, hope to see you then...
© Joseph James
9/1/14 (In honor of Harry Chapin a true humanitarian)
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