In Loving Memory

doggerel in the form of a dirge

spouse has died –
the end was foreseen
but nonetheless surprising…
how do we manage to be surprised ?
or is such just our way of denying –
forestalling the realization –
that we too are booked on a flight
to what capital P poet dubbed
That Great Good Night…
SO, facing the ubiquitous fact –
as that lippy blonde
once crooned:
if that’s all there is
then bring out the booze…
Think of it as liberation, friend
you’ve got so litttle left to lose
kick off your shoes
and lindy cross the linoleum
love who and what and how you care to
time is ever TIME…so dare to.

 

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