Old Man's Funeral
OLD MAN’S FUNERAL
Old man’s funeral
Paying last respects.
Waiting in line for a look.
Gazing at a face that mirrors
your own eternity.
Polite conversations
Awkward pauses
Touch to the shoulder
of the bereaved.
Listening to words
that one day someone
will say over you.
Last vestige of his world
is lowered into the ground.
You leave, sad and humbled.
Your shoulder stoop,
feeling heavy as you walk away.
Like the tides,
you begin to
wait for yours.
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