A man I knew gave me this poem when I was about 22. It was in a card and he had typed out the words. I was so excited to get the card I snatched it out of his briefcase although he said he had not finished writing in it. I didn't care, I wanted to see it right away and so the card was never finished. He died in a helicopter explosion shortly afterwards. I kept that card for years and cried reading many times. Through all my life turmoil the card was lost but I recently went searching the internet for the words I remembered and found it.
3295 River Exchange Drive
Ste 275
Peachtree Corners, GA 30092