Sunny Day
It was another hot and sunny day
Global warming, so they say
She was sitting on my corner of the street
Dust devils dancing round her feet
Her tee shirt was a little fly
Matched the shadows round her eyes
"Welcome to the party" was what it said
I laughed at her new greeting for the dead
She smiled, the slow smile that I know so well
A devil's doorway greeting into hell
But we're friends so I didn't take offence
In her job there's no sitting on the fence
I shared her cigarette, joked a while
I guess I'm go get used to her smile
Got the diagnoses yesterday
"Life's a bitch" they always say
"Are you packed ?" she softly said
Welcome to the party of the dead.
Doug