I Voted Today
I went to the calling hours today...
it was a pretty good representation of such viewings
at various locations around the area.
When I signed the register I looked around,
and the others present all had the same look on their faces,
in their eyes,
and likely as not, they shared the same thoughts.
The recently deceased did not look good,
and they did not do a nice job on him or her.
He or she did not look just like themselves.
And last, but far from least,
He or she is not in a better place now.
Nor are we.
I stood in line, as others had done,
waited my turn to offer my condolences,
stifled a loud (in my mind) primal scream of pain,
and then walked out.
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