A YOUNG DEAN KUCH
Mr. Dean could terrify with a macabre poem,
You can go to his page and read 'em.
But don't blame me if you get a fright,
And nightmares keep you up all night.
Some are very scary, some not so much,
some have humor, but just a touch.
He got a bit exasperated with those whose goal,
was to get through and save his soul.
He had a deep faith, no need to fear,
He loved the Lord, that much was clear.
He served his country and suffered PTSD,
Writing was a way to make those demons flee.
When I didn't see his poems, I feared his soul had taken flight,
I was so sorry to find out I was right.
One day we will meet again, right off I'll know 'em,
We can start a writing class in heaven,
Teaching the art of writing a good poem.
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