The Good 'Un

This poem is in trochaics. In the first two stanzas lines two and four share a rhyme; in the final two stanzas lines two and four share a different rhyme. And in the fourth and final stanza a second rhyme is introduced to give finality to the poem. 

   I wrote this simple poem whilst musing on my friend Barrington Millson who died in his early sixties of rapid Alzheimer's disease in 2004. Ten years later I wrote an elegy for this extraordinary man, "In Memoriam: Barrington Millson," which I posted on this blogsite on 9 December 2016. It is linked here. Both the poem and a brief prose introduction give more details as to why those who knew him found him so remarkable.

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All the good ’uns are taken early,
Leaving the also rans behind:
Those who glowed like a high June sun
Fulsome on the crabbed and chined.

Says the Scripture, God coud’na bear
Simplitude of the seeing mind
So to sully in world’s contempt
It might stagger and grow opined,

So He took it to final bliss:
Age is not grey hairs and skin,
No, but insight cored from life’s
Fleshed and deadlocked stop/begin.

Barrington, so soon to go,
Sanctuaried now as Being’s kin,
Aid in night-hints us below
Crawling Truthward shin on shin.

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© March 2022