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Paying One's Respects
Yet another funeral
Another workmate gone
Happening a bit too often
As the years roll on.
Suited, we old timers
Reverently stand
Eye each other openly
As we shake hands.
Which one will be next?
Does he look fitter than me?
At the next funeral gathering
We'll have to wait and see.
The stilted chatter of
People not often seen.
Except at funerals we don't
See each other in between.
Not quite a wake just
A few drinks in a bar
Very carefully because each
One is driving his own car.
A respectable period before
We start to quietly slip away,
Respects having been paid
On this another funeral day.
Another workmate gone
Happening a bit too often
As the years roll on.
Suited, we old timers
Reverently stand
Eye each other openly
As we shake hands.
Which one will be next?
Does he look fitter than me?
At the next funeral gathering
We'll have to wait and see.
The stilted chatter of
People not often seen.
Except at funerals we don't
See each other in between.
Not quite a wake just
A few drinks in a bar
Very carefully because each
One is driving his own car.
A respectable period before
We start to quietly slip away,
Respects having been paid
On this another funeral day.
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Paying One`s Respects
Paying One`s Respects