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Ode to Gary

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
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catie-staff
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catie-staff
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Published
Sep 30, 2012
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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.

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