The Last Bbq

I've been to the last family BBQ The family is no more Those still alive Dispersed from shore to shore No more Thanksgivings, Which I always hosted The over-assortment of goodies Of which I always boasted Christmas in the mountains I'm like a bear in hibernation, Only, saddly awake, My heart does quake Photo albums, Videos, All I have left of life, Better than naught, I suppose, Must last me till this life does close Soon enough, I think Have another drink... Sorry to say, This life does stink They're all gone... Some dead... Some moved... Some vanished in thin air It's come to the point, I no longer care.