There is a teenager in a car
He is leaning out the window frame
He doesn't have to drive far
He raises his arms without shame
Another car of teens follows
These ones scream their lungs out
Upon their faces no sign of sorrow
They wave and stick their tongues out
The cars rush through red lights
Everyone stalls to let them pass
Everyone looks, amazed at the sight
Gives a thumbs up to the last
They do as they please
Their lives are full and zealous
A wild spectacle of great deeds
Yet no one is jealous
Ten cars go by
Maybe they number fifty
They go so fast they seem to fly
Yet all anyone has for them is pity
"Youth and life," they cry
"Freedom and second chances."
They're invincible, they'll never die
Life's too short not to take chances
The last car is pure white
The windows are darkly shaded
Everyone turns from that sight
The cheers have faded
Around the bend, down the lane
It is the most beautiful of days
Dead leaves fall, it's autumn again
Death everywhere as they enter the yard of graves
This is the true story of a funeral procession I passed. They were honoring the death of Gary by celebrating his life. It was more moving than any sorrow or pain I've seen displayed in public.