Will?
Will anyone throw flowers?
Will there be any eulogies?
Will black be the color of the day?
Will the coffin be roomy and padded?
Will the rain ruin the festivities?
Will anybody care and cry?
Will all my friends make a showing?
Will the worms have a feast?
Questions like these race through my head on
the those dark, dank, lonely Friday nights.
Does anybody care?
