One Year
.
A year has gone too quickly,
it seems like yesterday,
When last we heard his
laughter, and wished that he could stay.
Time marches past, and
heals all wounds, are things that we are told,
But never does it fill
the void, or ease the empty cold.
.
Many days we gathered,
to remember where we'd been,
To tell the tales of
days gone past, and things we each had seen.
And so we drink a toast
now, to the man so loved by all,
We know that Cliffy Lister,
is with us on each call.
.
PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 97-05-05
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