The Departing Hearse

My Father was very particular that he was not left on his own,

Tears welled up my eyes, when he was being driven out alone,

The Hearse was covered with flowers from relatives far and near,

In his life-time no one came to see him, which seemed very queer!

Why the flowers when one doesn’t have the ability see any more?

Who will now appreciate or admire those fragrant flowers galore?!

My father was very particular and fussy about the shirts he wore,

He had selected them carefully from Paris, New York and Moscow,

 In his life-time, he would not part with any of his treasured collection,

 What would happen now to his" all- consuming, fixated" obsession?

 His little grandson insisted that his grandpa should have all luxury,

 So an air-conditioned hearse was ordered, to assuage his worry,

 Though grandfather was beyond all feelings, whether hot or cold!

  Significance and value of our lives, in these lines vividly unfold!