Mike did not make it this spring;

he got stuck in February.

Mike did not make it this spring,

his house an abandoned sanctuary.

 

Mike did not make it this summer,

he ran into himself.

Mike did not make it this summer,

his clothes still lying on a shelf.

 

Mike did not make it this fall,

when nature changes colour.

Mike did not make it this fall:

“No, we’ll never see Mike anymore”.

 

Almost a year now,

garden leaves have rotten,

many years to come still but

Mike will not be forgotten!