Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Poem

soemwhere a baby cries
he's hungry and cold
flies are in his eyes
who's to blame for the shape he's in?

Not me - I'm not my brothers' keeper


somewhere an old man dies
lying in a gutter full of whiskey and rye
who's to blame for the shape he's in?

Not me - I'm not my brothers' keeper


somewhere there's a man in prison
locked away - never seeing the sun
who's to blame for the shape he's in?

Not me - I'm not my brothers keeper

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Funeral Music

My friend Rachel of My Poor Husband fame -- recently wrote about what she wanted to be remembered for at her funeral. I have given thought to my funeral before and I have come up with some ideas ---
For music I want Big House by Audio Adrenaline played - after which I want kool-aid to be passed out and a toast drunk in remembrance. I think this would be great for a couple of reasons -- one I love Audio Adrenaline and I think my funeral should be a celebration --- also when They have finished singing come and go with me to my Father's house and are served kool-aid --- I can just imagine the hesitancy to drink the kool aid that will follow.