It is almost time
drink up, drink up
the blood is getting thick
and the darkness is falling
It is almost time
the goal line approaches fast
as your legs go faster
than they carry you, you slide
It is almost time the eggs are snizzling
and the toast is coarse
we sit at the table
and pretend
It is almost time to bury your grandparent
you lied to them most of your life
and now you pray
they can not read the epitaph you wrote for them
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry