The Graveyard Poem

Another post in memory of my good friend Colin Hall.

Colin had many stories and poems about finishing the game of life on a strong note, empty, depleted, and finished. And that is what he did, sliding into home base having done great things for many people just as he had wished for and shared with us many times.

This story from his Play Blue series is about a graveyard poem found in a Wimpy in Port St Johns that digs a little deeper into the meaning of life.

The wealthiest place on our planet today is in our hearts as we remember you, Colin.