A dismal plot
The clouds are lonely just like me,
Daffodils? None do I see,
But I’m alive and they are not,
A cemetery's a dismal plot.
But let’s be gay and walk away,
Into the light of brighter day,
Lay the flowers, close the gate,
Ham sandwiches, a frugal wake.
Now laid to rest, a friend I’ve lost,
So few allowed to wave him off,
Of recent virus he’d escaped,
No sign at all, ‘twas just old age.
© Joseph G Dawson
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