MUSES: 30 Years Later

This year marks the 30th anniversary of the death of my father, Robert W. Will (1933-1980) This is for you, Dad -------------------------- 

 The target of abuse 

 is often the muse 

taken from 'til the well runs dry  

Mined from forever 

Like a bird's soft feathers 

when it's been plucked, 

we wonder why 

 Another example 

of the forces that trample 

the man had something to say 

 He had those he loved 

It wasn't enough 

for the powers above 

and on a cold day he was taken away 

 

Do those here on Earth 

cut such a wide berth 

through thought and circumstance 

That the next world 

as a result needs them more

to consult with

than we need them, by chance? 

 So are they the muses 

for unseen fuses 

that light the great beyond 

 We miss them so steady 

but they may be already 

strengthening some unseen bond. -------------------------------------