They have all obliged the host,
All, but a couple of them, gathered
in the large hall. It wasn't flooded,
but it wasn't empty either and
some preferred to stand in the aisles.
One of them, the grand old man,
the accomplished one, has died old.
Together they came to pray for the soul
I sat on the edge of the seat, in the back,
ready to leave any moment!
but not at the drop of a hat….
Oldest among them is eighty eight,
came with his wife of sixty years
and with both hands on a walker.
Youngest one has joined the club
just three weeks and a half ago.
One came with his daughter,
she said she's there with him
to help his fading and failing memory.
Life's treating others fine, it seems!
Last time they got together, it was
three decades and five years ago.
They recounted stories from past,
thankfully, pleasant anecdotes,
albeit the old conceits slightly alive.
Seven lever locks on all the cup boards,
Lids, tightly secured, on all the cans
nothing tumbled out, nothing crawled out.