When thinking of the tough times
thank the day you have before you.
So they say.
Sometimes you hear them telling the volumes to one another
and so and so is sick and not much is left of him.
All the celebrations put on for the dying.
These stories told through the community.
I have not seen the joy in the tales
although the concern is more or less a complaint.
Wishing to place blame, the hard way of the dying fools' life is called into question.
The sorry will get theirs someday,
do they know this.