CROWD FUNDING
One day he realised he had forgotten to
get married –
He was over fifty
with no family.
He wondered who would come to his funeral
when he found out none of
his friends remembered him fondly.
He’d placed miles between them
according to the proverb
he who travels fastest travels alone
and he had left them all behind
and had come to a halt too early.
Now he had only death and a meagre
funeral ahead.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 