I had to attend a funeral last week for the mother of a good friend up in Albuquerque. It was a long way from the church to the cemetery and hence this poem:
FUNERAL
click-click
click-click
click-click
the hazard lights blink
in melancholy monotony
for all the miles it takes
for the funeral procession
to turn at the cemetery gates,
ticking off our days and years
in inexorable count down,
an annoying reminder
of how we all end—-followed
by a line of mourners
click-clicking their way across town,
hypnotizing us to accept
death and loss
And…….on a lighter note:
O LAZY OL’ LADY O LADY-O
the days slip on by and
I get nothing done.
O lazy ol’ lady o lady-o.
sometimes life’s boring
and sometimes it’s fun.
O lazy ol’lady o lady-o.
I sit in my chair
‘cause I can’t go and run.
O lazy ol’ lady o lady-o.
and I’m quite content
to sit in the sun.
O lazy ol’ lady o lady-o.
So join me for tea
just you and just me.
we’ll be lazy ol ladies o ladies o.