They told me Chris, they told me you were dead They brought me bitter news to hear, bitter tears to shed I wept when I remembered how often you and I and our other friends spent hours at the taverns in town How we tired the sun with our talking and our drinking and sent him down the sky And now thou art lying, my dear old San Franciscan guest Already a handful of gray ashes long, long ago at rest Still are thy pleasant voice linger in our minds, thy nightingales awake For Death, he taketh all away, but your spirit he cannot take. Goodbye, goodbye my dear, dear friend Rest In Peace and perhaps we will see you again on the other side. An extract of a poem by Callimachus about his friend Heraclitus (310-240 BC) Abdul Premji - January 9th, 2013