Happiness

Everyone was expecting me

The guest of honor

To be at the event of celebration

Instead

The first was to find me

Alone among her beauty

Found me in a pool of red

Soaked in the grey floor

Of my street address

The second to come down on in

She walked in and heard the soundtrack playing

The score of death

They were not quite sure when it happened

And the third man of beauty arrived

Took things into perspective and placed a few phone calls

The fourth and fifth arrive

Not knowing the horror, they have found

The sixth phones the studio

The seventh comes without any I AMs

But with greenbacks to trade

With a man who lay dead

Eighth walks in with Sixth

Out from the warm street

The Ninth in love, now bows in sadness

Tenth and Eleventh come with unexpected Twelfth

Tears pour into the pools I lay deep in

As Thirteenth and Fourteenth and Fifteenth do not show

Sixteenth is gone

Seventeenth has not phoned

Eighteenth comes with a drink in hand

No scotch by my side

A paper Will in the cabinet

A collection for you, and a collection for you

Nineteenth and Twentieth

They all arrive, the music changes

Valentine cards done, in the head

A fan rotating overhead

A poem of sorrow, a poem of hope

A poem of laughter, a poem of memory

Twenty-first and Twenty-second,

They file in one after the other

Hugging and gathering

Coroner long over due

Police come in; I remember that September

True ones never said hello, only have forgotten

The celebration is today

The funeral is at a day’s notice

Pack your belongings and say goodnight

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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