28 November 2012
It ends
With a room
Filled with
Family,
Friends,
Flowers on
Your new,
Wooden
Home,
Six-by-two,
Lined with
Silk,
Waiting to
Take you
Back
In an urn,
Words of
Condolence
And
Concern,
A song,
A speech,
Summary
Of your
Life
In ten
Minutes,
But you
Are so
Much more.
Wife;
Broken-hearted,
Son, daughter;
Grieve for
Dearly
Departed.
Unreal.
Untrue.
Tell me
It's just
A mistake,
And
You'll wake
At any moment.
Please.
Hugs and
Kisses,
Well-wishes,
Not a thing
Anyone
Can do,
So many
Tears;
Fifty-eight
Years
Is not
Enough.
Fifty-Eight • Opuss № I