Somehow in time to be or when it’s time to come along
there’ll be a song about me,
probably a dirge,
I fight the urge to laugh out loud when they come to pay their respects,
there’s not such a crowd and I expected more, they only came for the cucumber sandwiches and the export pale ale.
A wake for those not awake anymore
which is weird in anyone’s language
© 2019, John Smallshaw.
