.:Because The Sun Don't Stop:.

 

Clutching a bag in his arms
Daffy looked back once more at the cemetery. How it was gated
Looking as if to keep the departed inside. Who knows?
Perhaps to keep ‘em from moving; as if they could
Yet the grave that mattered to him most had fresh flowers on it
Some other folk had added their own bouquet that same morning
Daffy concluded it had been a long morning
Long if one was to count how midnight meets the dawn
Then how it sometimes runs quietly; sliding into noon
Gone too soon.  

After getting some things off his chest; wiping away his tears
Daffy then turned and walked away
The bag, its contents, he had decided to hold onto
Thinking again, it’s sometimes best to keep stuff moving
Change does bring about change yet
Sometimes a planned stop needs to keep on moving
Daffy was thinking this might even be true in death

Perhaps even in death people have to keep it moving
And with that thought, he again thought
Even the dust might enjoy a good float every once in awhile
That thought made ‘em smile like he knew his friend Sean would
His friend now gone…too soon
Sean was one to gleam with a smile ear-to-ear
Never one to entertain fear and
was always more than ready for that next move

That move…unfortunate
Sean, he had to move to make that next stop
Don’t know if it was his last one. Not a living soul can really confirm it
But the flowers, the tears…even the bag and its contents
It made a lot of people feel like that stop should’ve been a “do over”
or at the very least…fast enough to keep ‘em moving
Moving into a place wherein they could see him

Other then in their heart.


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