No one to wear black for me (dirge)

by Larry Chamberlin   Jun 22, 2017

I have outlived all my wives
outlasted all of my lovers.
Who will there be to grieve
for my passing at the wake?

When I asked to grow old
it never occurred to me
that I would not be forsaken,
yet still be alone by survival.

The funerals I have attended:
Each tore a piece of my heart -
went with the double-delight rose
I tossed on their caskets.

That bush has withered away;
there's no more blossoms.
My casket will go unadorned,
lowered naked into the ground.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Larry, a sobering write. One that does make a person wonder just that thought. We all hope someone will be there, sad to think our send off will be solitary.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    I have no words. It seems this set off my hayfever.

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