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.
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