Adam J. Wendorff

He Never Lived to Know

In Memory of William A. Simbeck (1987-2005)

The curtain closes, the show’s ended.
Our hero walks off to get some sleep.
This meaningless life has been splendid,
But from this world our friend must leap.

He takes a bow and waves goodbye,
It’s time for him to go.
A flower withered and about to die,
A rope supplies the eternal blow.

We’ll see him again, I know for certain.
I hear him laughing, behind the curtain…