About the Poem
I was still in high school when I wrote this poem, still a few years away from the need to shave, and half a world away from the fear of death. It was meant to be humorous, subtle, and maybe a bit sacrilegious. There are no great truths or insights in this poem, except maybe the need for friends to share their laughter.
Then again, maybe that's enough to justify its existence.
|by Ron Carnell
When the 'Old Man' blows his horn,
And his children flock to his side,
I hope you'll be there, too,
For that final joyous ride.
And if you see our friends,
All upward, heavenly bound,
Tell them that I'll miss them,
And miss having them around.
But the ones that you don't see,
The ones going somewhere nearer,
Well - I'll tell those friends you'll miss them,
When I see them coming here.
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