Excellent humor you inject,
into a solitude of times' occurrence
I shall convey to the unfortunate guy
that tis his time to bide,
so let him no more moan
for a flower now torn
and petals strewn,
upon raw paths unknown,
yet which all have to travel alone.

I yet recall another guy’s funeral.
he asked the pastor’ or what,
what to do after the burial was history
and twas time to be back home.
the guy advised
do what he would have done,
at this hour, had he been alive
and you dead.

Have champagne
and
let his soul dance amidst all present.
he decided.

Another guy in a similar situation,
buried his better half
and said
good riddance,
let’s celebrate, ere 'tis too late
for my burials tomorrow
the doc has said.

now I can live some more time leisurely,
as the strap,
dog strap is off me.