Saturday, March 12, 2016
Elegy
Re The Sum, or wherever you are,
The Very Most Important Question
Asked to say a few last words for a man
of fewer medial ones.
Quiet wit came to mind, though the latter
word’s a stretch.
Quizzed some of his friends. Actually loud
in one instance proved steady he. Delightfully
bizarre in another.
Those two departures formed my remarks.
Why do people so want to hear of our
UNcharacteristic moments?
We’re proud, they’re tired, of all the others.
Labels: death, elegy, last words, personality, quiet wit
