John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

A Poem: To the Dude

I though that you would grow tall and brave
And I would grow old and wise
Two roots of the same tree intertwined, together, forever.
Now I wonder if you will remember me at all.

Do you?
Will you?

Will you know me when these surly bonds of earth have released us to the ages?

Will you know me through all the millenniums that will pass before us in eternity to come?

Will you remember me?

Or is our past nothing more than shallow mists and slight fleeting images that disappear because they pointless, as pointless as our reflections on the cold waters of this dark pond?