I feel the procession has slowed
almost to a crawl eerily
as if to delay the inevitable show
while some dance merrily

the final stops' been dug six feet
everyone gathered 'round
with no one left for us to meet
accept the cold hard ground

Clearing out
Some old stuff,
Came across
An old
Cardboard box

My name on a
Grain of rice,
"For you, special price"

Packet of apple tea
Unopened,
Date long gone
I see

A pirate cassette
Dark side of the moon,
Great gig in the sky
"Now that was a tune"

A snapped
Friendship band,
From someone
I
No longer
See,
Holding it,
Wondering
Are they thinking of
Me?