For C.F. and S.S. [Sing this to the blues melody of your choice]
You asked me to a party despite my eighty years.
You asked me to a party despite my eighty years.
You jabbed beneath my skin until I burst in tears.
What’s there to do at parties but eat and drink and leer.
What’s there to do at parties but eat and drink and leer.
What’s there to do when hungers disappear?
Those fancy foods don’t tempt me, since now they taste like fur;
And alcohol’s no option when meds can interfere;
As for that lovely lady, what would I do with her?
The nights are so much darker,
It’s difficult to drive.
No matter what is offered,
I neither thrive nor strive.
I’ll pass on all those parties, and read myself to sleep—
Give thanks for pain-free ev’nings that fail to make me weep—
Content within my skin ‘til they thrust me six-feet deep.
(9/4/10)