One More Anecdote

I too have an anecdote

The day I wore a thick woolen coat

Of a rendezvous in Seoul

The red carpet rolled

The press aide hollered

You huffed and puffed and blew

I too saw the black limousine

But not before the line

Of thirty eager residents

Shook your feeble trembling hand

It was probably fatigue and

You had been with all those presidents

I too saw your last vehicle

Which I know you never saw

But I get confused which one it was

Was it the flag draped casket

Or the other black wheelie gadget

Its all now a formless toss

In the gap between birth and death

We celebrate, cry and make mirth

Afterall life is for living

Yes we wilt under its cares

Yet cling till all flickering embers die

unable to continue giving despite our best efforts

Hoping then we can look back

To a life fully lived