39.      CLARKIE

“When you are up there remember us.”
With tools in the hands
And a broken voice
Could this man be no wiser.

He knew when I left this place
To find a face
Just to leave again in grace
They say it in pace.

Trade my tools for a pen,
Trade my explosive work for a heart,
Prayed for understanding,
Prayed for a friend.

Neither was neither
The Farther knew greater.
The pen hit paper in disbelief,
The pen strikes again to find gold.

Yes, I remember you my friends
With tools in the hands
And your caring voices,
Thank you,
I can now bring you gold.