by Hart Seely
Some shall wonder why he’s gone,
Some shall cry out, “What went wrong?”
Some will blame that insect throng,
But I’ll remember Chien-Ming Wang.
For sure, his ending was foregone
That night we watched our lead withdrawn.
And now, it hurts to say, “So long.”
And then remember Chien-Ming Wang.
Next summer, birds shall sing their song,
While happy children play along.
But we’ll remember why he’s gone,
Whenever we see Chien-Ming Wang.
You can see more of Hart’s poetry and Yankee silliness at his blog, IT IS HIGH, IT IS FAR, IT IS…..caught.
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