Forty minutes I stand in the reception line.
Finally I reach the newly widowed man,
standing by Olive's open coffin,
and I will remember my next words forever.
'Hey Vern, good to see you.'
(1980)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol this is very cute... the things we say. Truth is sometimes we don't take the time to see one another until someone dies.