Funerals
FUNERALS
I’ve been to four cremations,
Just since the start of the year.
And we haven’t even reached August yet,
So some more may occur by the New Year
For we’re all getting more and more ancient
Of course we must expect it,
Nearing the end of our time.
In history nobody’s cheated death yet
The great certainty of this life is death
But nevertheless l miss some of them.
Last week, it was Bernard Jones,
Who I’d known since we were kids.
We made a bet way back in our twenties
About which one would outlive the other.
I’ve won the bet but he has the last laugh.
How could I claim my winnings?
He’s come out on top once more.
So as one by one they’ve all shuffled off;
I’ve done my duty and paid my respects.
But they’ll not be grateful to me for though
I’ve been to all their funerals,
None of them will come to mine!
(Date 19th September 2018)
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