Matt Warren

for Gene Doty, 1941-2015

Though we can't rewind the years
Perhaps we have refined the years

The winged ox has flown and yet
The Juggler stands behind the years

They came and went at their own pace
So carelessly aligned, those years

Written words release the past
With paper we enshrine the years

A heifer lent her heart to help
A Kansas boy to climb the years

Word and voice we make our toys
But can we ever rhyme the years?

Matt wrote these lines to thank you for
The days when you defined his years