Bette's Wall Street Journal
Bette’s Wall Street Journal’s sitting
Right outside her door,
Like every other Saturday
That’s come this way before.
Today, however, Bette’s paper
Likely won’t get read,
At least by her, because we learned
That, sadly, Bette’s dead.
We don’t need much reminding
That routines of life go on,
Despite the fact that someone
That we’ve known is newly gone.
Yet to see that paper waiting there
Just brings that message home,
Though some of us may stick around,
The subject of a poem.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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