Today I drank out of a dead man's coffee cup
i suppose its a bit morbid
and really quite sad
but i am glad he had a cup, even if no one
went to his funeral and i am
glad that he drank coffee even though he was in hospital
I hope he wouldn't have minded that i drank
tea instead of coffee
and I hope he wouldn't mind it was herbal
i didn't really know him
and once he gave me a daisy he found on the road
he had a nice smile.
wrinkles as deep as the thoughts that made them
and eyes that seemed to turn into mouths
when you looked for too long.
and not all he said was kind.