Friday, September 09, 2005
Why, just as if I slept;
Of all the folks and friends at hand
Scarce anybody wept.
They'd dolled me up in some dark suit
That really wasn't me;
All gussied up, a smart old coot,
To please my vanity.
The kin trooped in perfunct’r’ly
To sniff, "How sad, you know!"
You would agree 'tween them and me
This thing was quite a show.
The customary tears were shed
And then came meet and greet
As if they'd laid out in my stead
Some dressed-up slab of meat.
Some misbehaving younger lads
Soon had their moms all riled,
And weren't much better for their dads —
I swear I almost smiled.
I note that while most folks pretend
To pay correct respect,
In sum, mine seemed a mundane end —
Then, what did I expect?
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull