Saw this photo of a young man.

Whom I only knew as old.

Before he lost the ones he loved.

That took much more than he could hold.

Harold in the cornfield.

With Father Henry and the clan.

Standing tall and in a suit.

Like he almost had a plan.

It makes it all so clearer.

All Apologies to you, I owe.

It brings it all much nearer.

We reap now what we sow.