Mark Kemezys

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
That’s how I will always remember my friend and brother Mark Kemezys

Let your Spirit flow!

Kevin Kemezys