In the Aftermath

The aftermath Long and dreary, The people are gone To their places of rest. And to rest I too would go And be with him If I could Were it right to do. O to be with you, son! But you have won. We are still here And you are there Where we will be Forever and evermore Never to die again. O Death Where is your sting? You got NOTHIN’!

3 Feb., 2020 at 0830 (Monday after returning from the funeral)