The Coatrack
Down the hall, on holidays,
A coatrack would appear,
Which meant that for some company
Those tenants were in gear.
Some folding chairs and tables
Also waited by the door
So when visitors arrived, there would
Be room for many more.
As years went by, they didn’t seem
To need those extra seats.
Perhaps they traveled elsewhere
To some kith and kin retreats.
But then I heard sad news –
The man in 9F passed away.
For Shiva* calls, a coatrack
Was back in the hall today.
We gather for events of joy
Though time will take its toll
And likely someday guests will
Come together to console.
*A Jewish ritual of condolence
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