Black Day Song

By: Felix LeRoy Perry

I thought things couldn’t get any worse

but it seems like destiny had other plans

for now I think I even hear the hearse…

the reaper holds the winning ticket stub

with my name fancy etched all in black

his other hand a plain brown paper toe tag

says he’s going and never coming back

let the pipers play a dirge on a hillside

to the cadence beat of Thompson drum

bury me down by the beachstone shore

maybe toast my passing with a tot of rum

please speak kindly or not at all about me

if you all should gather around in my name

nay find comfort in the laughter of a child

let not my failings be a source of shame

the sun goes down on all that stood before

so too shall it rise again when I am past

but mayhap a tiny spark shall still remain

of me in other hearts will somehow last…