Death Of An Old Lady

Funeral of old Lady The old lady died, yes she is thoroughly dead at five, before first light was about to shine on Lisbon’s sky. Skin covering tired bones, her body free to rot and her soul has flown away. Tomorrow they will come from afar women dressed in black and wearing hats. Men too In somber suits and black ties, talk quietly; safely away from emotional women. When last hymn has been sung, they will walk away and leave the old lady amongst the dead, but later meet at a restaurant. Bereavement makes mourners so hungry So we lift our glasses and remember her well, this is not a day to say she was a bit of a pain, a selfish woman obsessed with herself. Burial is not a time for veracity.