Today’s the last day of the wake,
Time for the funeral.
Everyone recognizes the guest of honor.
We’ve all arrived to pay our respects,
Some to Retrieve old memories,
Some to meet old common friends.
The local parish priest leads us
In the Rosary and Office Of the Dead.
It’s about time to move on now.
We can break out the Jameson’s
And toast the old boy,
Telling ancient stories,
By inevitable convolutions of memory.
In the end we shall all
Go our separate ways,
Having to start anew.