Sometimes Incomplete

Severance pay for living is never collected when the widow lays her husband in the garbage along with the rest of the dead letters that wither with time…

No Guardian Insurance guy will be sending a check,
nor will a Hearst full of flowers drive down Main Street with lighted autos in tow.

It is the alone who die, shriveled inside a closet like abode — who will never hear the horns of a celebratory band.

No, a story of failure is still only taken at face value in an obituary buried on page 37 in the Woonsocket Call.

The young will still ride their scooters the first warm day of spring and never consider the day when time will be spent forever in the dark…

The old will trim the one small hedge in the yard--then lie down; wondering why they still have a five year old calendar hanging in the broom closet.

Then more will die—some eulogized, some left to the rats.
Some old, some young, some never loved, others adored…
Some thought of daily, others never mentioned again

Dan Provost lives in Upton, Massachusetts in the USA.

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