He lived along the Kennebec River
His life moved like that river
He had friends everywhere.
It did not matter of your status
Mark said you could be his friend.
His feelings that he left with me
He was like that river flowing from one spot to another.
Some days the river was harsh and rough
And others it was calm and warm.
Just like life both good and bad times.
All you can do is flow with the current.
May his days of travel
Be on the calm and warm days now.
That he might be like that river
And flow somewhere new.
No more pretending while drifting slowly along,
As in his past
But now he flows like that river the Kennebec
With a meaning and direction going someplace new.
Like during the spring thaw in the north.
Leaving friends and family behind.
Moving very quickly ahead
Thatís how I will always remember my friend and brother Mark Kemezys
Let your Spirit flow!