I heard from someone your father had passed.
In Hospice, in comfort, his last breath he gasped.
Also, an Obit in print in the local,
Character and family, the points of focal.
It’s always in very sad times like these,
My reaction is how to put one at ease.
Should I go to the Funeral Mass?
Afterwards, to some bar to raise up a glass?
I sit here and begin to think really hard.
Given our past, send just a sympathy card?
To tell you the truth, I didn’t know you that well.
Shared stories, and such, each other would tell.
And, then there were times at each other were mad.
And, when you were fired, inside I was glad.
Because in the job you just didn’t fit.
So going to Mass makes me a hypocrite?
Who’s supposed to be made to feel better?
When actually you and I were not birds of a feather.
For me, I’m not going to appear to be fake.
I’m not really your friend, to give and to take.
So, from me the most that you can expect,
A demur card I’ll send, just out of respect.
Acknowledge your sorrow, the card will contain.
Can look you in the face, if I see you again.
Now with my glass, I make a brief toast.
Creators of Sympathy Cards possess the most.
Without them we might, appear quite the ass.
Sent a card and got by with a tiny bit of class.
And, a toast to your Dad, you will get from me.
I lost my Dad too, so for you so sorry.
So please take this, the way that it sounds,
Showing sympathy somehow is what really counts.