Like in a Dickens' Novel
Carole Young 2011
We wander this earth, dejected
Like in a Dickens' novel
It's January
And we're miserable -
No man's land between
Your death
And funeral
Strap on seatbelts
It's bound to be a bumpy
Few days
We await, agitated
This will soon be over
And we can send you peacefully
On your way
We love you
We miss you
We wish you nothing but peace
Rest easy
We owe you good lives
And thank you.