They've buried him now Read the obituary In the local rag Worked in the outback We got drunk every night Those were great times then Big jovial man Who out-drank everyone there I would drive him home Going to miss him But I am lying of course Those times have long past Back in the city Different man entirely Nothing in common Nobody knows us There he was a raging bull Here a placid mouse Jim Hancock is dead But I missed his funeral I should have been there Image found at www.semissourian.com
Perhaps the narrator of this story buried him in a more meaningful way? it is good to move on..move away...but of course remember for the right reasons...not the bad...a wise and 'real' poem...
sounds like a guilt thing. I hope the person knows that even if you miss the funeral you can still say goodbye in a meaningful way and remember the relationship of the past.
Live ling enough and everything we think we know about someone will get turned on its head. I'm not that old, yet I've already missed a few funerals like this.
Perhaps the narrator of this story buried him in a more meaningful way? it is good to move on..move away...but of course remember for the right reasons...not the bad...a wise and 'real' poem...
ReplyDeletesounds like a guilt thing. I hope the person knows that even if you miss the funeral you can still say goodbye in a meaningful way and remember the relationship of the past.
ReplyDeleteincredible.
ReplyDeleteLive ling enough and everything we think we know about someone will get turned on its head. I'm not that old, yet I've already missed a few funerals like this.
ReplyDeleteSometimes people died for us before their real death....it's important to remember their good days, efforts and successes...
ReplyDeleteThe obituary clue certain prompted some interesting entries this week.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your poem/tale.... Left me wanting to dissect the poem for the rest of the story- the hidden parts- Well done.
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