My Classmates
Like Hamlet's soliloquies
I now ponder on death
The Shakesperean to be or not to be
And now I ponder on my classmates,
Those who have died these past few years.
When you reach 70, everything after
Are bonus years,
And many of my classmates
Are going one by one.
No more dialogues.
Only monologues remain.
Monologues of death.
Monologues of the hereafter.
Copyright © Ed Farolan | Year Posted 2017
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