FOR IAN:
Since I've learned to fight
I've been told that I
Should understand this rule
Marked in black and white
Live well and give your best
But there will come a test
Nothing is beyond its grasp
Nothing can teach death
But I was young
And I was stubborn
Too darn quick
With my sleek wit
Too soon your eyes grew shut
Against my late compassion
Upon your marble altar
I wished I hadn't judged
A loss is still a loss
In your wake come many
We offer our late praise
For life's greatest lesson
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