"The saddest hour," a dramatic sigh –
“Why oh why didn’t we listen?”
Gasp your last, close your eyes.
Altar your life, and neatly write
‘Please scatter my ashes to the wind.’
"The saddest hour," a dramatic sigh.
Your actions seek to justify.
A poignant scrawl, your favorite pen.
Gasp your last, close your eyes.
Bells toll under a grey sky -
A romantic touch your tragic end -
"The saddest hour," a dramatic sigh.
I really ought to mourn, and sigh.
This cuts deep, this final sin.
Gasp your last, close your eyes.
But instead of wearing reeds dear, I
Think I'll lie with more lively men.
"The saddest hour," a dramatic sigh.
Gasp your last, close your eyes.
- 12/26/2003