Never Is The Best Time Poem by Donal Mahoney

November's lovely in the rain, she says
from her rocker near the window
to no one in particular although

the butler's waiting for her grocery list
having walked her Pekingese.
She hopes to see December

and her neighbors hoisting snow
and she wants to see April's tulips
although her doctor doesn't know.

She hopes to see the sunflowers
and this is why she tells the butler
never is the best time to die.