Down The Line

Flip the W in WE / And you get the many ME.

I

 

Dab your wet eyes with a hanky,

Keep count of the tears that you shed,

Sing of the life everlasting,

And speak ill or good of the dead,

Confess, if you like, to confusion,

The last words are yours to be said.

Rather than cry, why not boo hoo:

People dying is what people do.

 

II

 

At least to the last who's standing,

The one at the end of the queue,

The one who nervously glances

Behind at the one who is you,

Who, in turn, while shuffling forward,

Keeps the front and the rear in view.

Rather than cry, why not boo hoo:

People dying is what people do.

 

III

 

At last, when no longer standing,

And no longer head of the line,

The head no longer for turning

And seeing what is yours could be mine,

Will you sound off or will you not breathe

A word, like an ageless divine?

Rather than cry, why not boo hoo:

People dying is what people do.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

the natural course of action indeed john.

[John]

Cheers. Thanks for the comment Ken.