When the Life of the Party Dies
Everyone's looking around in perplexity
wondering: how do we get moving?
Drawing out the long days and longer nights,
staring at each other mystified.
Wrapping up the corpse in swaths of colorful cloth
or booze seems the obvious choice.
Yet some of us couldn't stomach it.Brawls, envy, tirades and tears erupt
spilling over everything ruining the food.
Some escape to parts other worldly,
others leave the room in a cloud of sorrow,
a few stay silent and tearfully await the next blow.
A couple watching on the sidelines
picks up the dignity, embraces the memories,
effortlessly waltzing to a dulcet melody.
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