At the Bitter End
It’s my deathbed piano sonata
Fond farewell I say to a lotta
Note: At door there’s a fist--
A bouncer with the list
Of any persona non grata
Author's Note: This was inspired by my neighbor Lillian. We were talking the other day about dying and the fact that certain relatives would not be welcome at the party--the ones who have been nothing but trouble in life. Can't we at least enjoy our own demise?
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2017
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