In Lieu Of Flowers Poem by John F. McCullagh

When I was one and twenty, my mother said to me:
"Life is short, Dear Son, don't waste it on frivolities."
But I was one and twenty; I thought I knew better than she
Funny how none are so blind as those that will not see.

I had good times in college in those days when Love was "free".
I did a modicum of work and avoided STDs.
I saw some sadness in her eyes when my paper chase was through.
A window closed, though I knew it not when I was twenty-two.

I worked ten years in government, which left me a bit depressed.
I threw away a woman's Love, Why is anybody's guess.
My youthful promise dripped away, my greatness was denied.
I entered another decade with a bottle by my side.

When I finally hit bottom; when all else had been tried
I tried the ten-step program in lieu of suicide.
In a drafty old church basement, we sat on creaky wooden chairs
and confessed our self-debasement to the fellow sufferers there.

Last spring, my saintly mother died. I came too late to say:
"Mom, you were so right, I've thrown too many years away."
For Life is short and, now and then, it takes us by surprise
when another window closes on the loved ones in our lives.