Member Poem

I think I died today.

Staring at the bare walls;

a knife, a fork, a bottle and

red candle lay before me.

The sounds of blaring horns,

screeching brakes and shouting;

echo from a sweltering street

through a shaded open window.

The smells and hell of the city

permeate the entire room and

the fan in the corner just quit;

but...... I think I died today.

I laid there, on the old mattress,

sweat running down my face.

I dozed off for a bit, and awoke

in lovely fields of green grass,

with white crosses all about.

I stood and watched

friends of old

toss roses of red

into the hole of darkness,

landing upon a shiny casket.

I think I'm there, tucked inside

wearing my dark gray suit,

white shirt and my hated tie...

Oh yes, I died today,

I just don't know why.