At The Age for This
I’m at the age for this
The funerals: all to common now
I dont go to them all anymore
To commiserate with strangers
Let them know I was there
Who do not care who I am
Or that I was or wasnt
But thats our tradition
The Irish way.
Then the news came
Another passed over
The three day wonder long since passed.
The one I would have wanted to be at
Though, as an outsider
In the circumstances
It may not have been welcome.
A silent prayer
Unspoken words
Sincere desire
That my friend recently passed
And all the others
Know peace.
