Monday, July 11, 2005

For Earl I guess. . .

Death comes packaged in pink

Death comes packaged in pretty pink flowers and bows
Soft music piped overhead and hard chairs in rows
Tissues placed aptly and a guest book to sign
While well dressed patrons, voices low, stand in line
And the children gather to collect the regrets
As old men step outside for memories with cigarettes
But the man in the back with a grief-reddened face
Looks like he hasn't slept these three days
God think of Earl when he lays down to sleep
He's got a long lonely life now with no Betty to keep


07-11-05 My living room- with tears

3 comments:

Ramblin' Ed said...

Pretty interesting. Again, how you can do that and still keep 'em so short is beyond me. The title is awesome. It's got a John Hughes thing going on.

Didja know Earl...I guess? If yes, I think I can kinda put 2 and 2 together. If no, then why the tears? And why the living room?

Pat on the back line:

And the children gather to collect the regrets
As old men step outside for memories with cigarettes

Ed

Coal Miner's Daughter said...

Yes I knew Earl and Betty both. They are friends of the family. They were not ever married. And yes I really liked that line too. Most of the really good ones just sorta happen.

The Red Queen said...

In 10 lines you took me there and I cried too. Thanks for going for me. Betty was good folk for sure and I loved her dearly too.