December ‘52

Plans were being made in December ‘52

By a man full of hope with the sight to see it through

Visions of the future, not dreams of the past

Yet with no promise of tomorrow

His next trip would be the last

Plans with friends and family, never realized

For with his last breath all were left

As death closed his eyes

Now we lament what could have been

At the likes of his talent, we may never see again

Though one thing Hank would say

To strike a chord with me and you

Is live each day to know the Lord

Like it’s  December '52 

Terry Faust 2025