Jason A Manos Poem by Chan Mongol

Jason A Manos
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 4 of 2021


Memories of the good old past;
Memories feed the spirit to grow to last.

When I left Hewlett, two people cried;
Joseph and the dad of Jay in my side.

Kind hearted people but they died;
They been better for us and most bona fide.

Death is the truth, , it is so crazy;
It is lachrymal and makes lives hazy.

Mr. Manos had a boy who was Jason;
After 30 years, I got Jay's information.

Jay was in Hewlett High as a bright one;
With best attitude as a Greek-American.

I liked son and dad of Greek blood, real;
I fostered spirit for Greek people.

I will never forget love of people I got;
From Manos family, I treasured a lot.

All souls got divine connectivity;
Soul catches up who likes me.

Not all like a beat up man, an amputee;
I found Jason while questing for divinity.