J R Reynolds
Carried By Six - Poem by J R Reynolds
Resting peacefully in my bed
With my hands crossing my chest
Wearing a fancy satin suit
With a beautiful silk vest.
Seeing family and friends gather
Almost brings tears to my eyes
Everyone is dressed up formal
In their skirts and fancy ties.
My brother has come to see me
He leans over and whispers something soft
I did not quite understand what he said
Almost sounding like he coughed.
My mom has come too
But she seems a little upset
Her eyes are somewhat bloodshot
and both her cheeks are wet.
My son and daughter are next
Followed by my wife
Why does everyone seem so sad
When we have so much happiness in our life.
Suddenly it grows dark
Has the sun set already?
Or is the party just about to start
With the pointed hats and confetti?
The bed below starts to move
As if floating through the air
Like crowd-surfing at a concert
But I somehow feel unaware.
All at once it hits me
Like a strong punch to the chest
Unable to move; unable to scream
Like an angel that's possessed.
No more laughter; no more tears
No more funny magic tricks
No more life; no more love
As I am Carried By Six.
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