Mahogany Box

I lost my best friend in a car accident, and I wrote this poem on a napkin at the funeral.
I guess this is what it's like
When everyone says it's time to say goodbye
Walking by the mahogany box
Touching your lifeless hand with a sigh

I remember that night so vivid
Though now it is only a dream
On a night in mid December
I got such a chill I couldn't scream

You had flipped and skidded
Spinning like a merry go round
Stopping everyone else
Until you were at the bottom of a huge mound

Life is but a fleeting vapor
You must catch it before it flies
No wonder they always say to cherish it
Because no matter what everyone dies

I guess this is what it's like
Having to say my final goodbyes
Walking by the mahogany box
And touching your lifeless hand with a sigh

By Leslie O'Brien
Published: 12/28/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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