I spoke in my eulogy
of the life I live
and broke the back of silence,
knowing that times for change
are always inconsistent.
Live for today,
yesterday’s life was different,
tomorrow’s life is certain to come
for some same as is when you’re no one,
among the entire population of individual someone’s.
Speaking of my own eulogy
I may not be accurate to perception
but it is honest in reflection
on a life lived with little violence,
trusts not broken until they needed be.
I do not like funerals anymore,
even though attendance was mandatory for some
and others who had to live through the rituals
of laughter and tears,
never liked weddings for the same reasons.
Too many broken hearts wherever one travels
unless you travel alone
where there can only be minimal breakage.
I haven’t quite gotten to the point in my eulogy
where I know for certain if it best as the curtain rises
to be standing amidst a little blood and glass
or mounds and rivers of it.
Christ may know, but I do not;
which is the second line on my death stone.
My generation said love was all you need,
I believed that until I tried to ease my bellies pain
and found that stomach’s get lonely too.
I have a life and I am living it.
Christ may know, but I do not.
© M Durfee