On the Death of Friends in Childhood
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven,
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come, memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.
Copyright Credit: Donald Justice, "On the Death of Friends in Childhood" from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2004 by Donald Justice. Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc..
Source: Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2004)