We think we live in the perfect world,
One where we are invincible,
Where we can't be hurt,
Everything happens to someone else,
Someone we don't know,
But never to us,
So clueless from reality,
It's so near our face,
Just beyond the tip of our nose,
There lies the truth,
So blind that it's really not even there,
Through times passing,
Our nosetip becomes visible,
Like a sunrise,
To show us the light,
It brightens the darkness,
We live in the night,
Our own deep dark place,
A very safe place,
Until the real truth arises,
We come from our false world,
To the very real one,
The cruel reality we all come to know,
The dreaded truth is not well-liked.

My name is Michael Jaronczyk of New Hyde Park and Thomas Ehrhart was a friend of mine that was well-liked by many people. I am very upset to have lost him to a car accident. I dedicate this poem to him with all my heart because he was such a great guy. I played baseball and soccer with him and I was in Boys Scouts with him, too. He lived behind my aunt's house, where I saw him on many occasions. Thomas Ehrhart will be greatly missed by everyone and this poem was written in his memory.

~from Michael Jaronczyk