On the day she died they all came, <br />though I was shocked they recalled her name <br />but they drank our booze and ate our cake <br />yeah they ate our cake al-right. <br /> <br />Maybe they meant well <br />maybe not <br />but you can't keep dead folk company <br />for dead folk, they don't talk. <br /> <br />Nobody came and nobody called <br />when she was ill and dying. <br />Nobody seemed to care at all <br />and now they're all here crying. <br /> <br />Maybe they meant well <br />maybe not <br />but you can't keep dead folk company <br />for dead folk, they don't talk. <br /> <br />So I sat there dazed and out of control <br />listening to them talking, <br />but when she were alive, the house was still, <br />just me and mother sighing. <br /> <br />And afterwards, when they all went <br />I carried out her last requests. <br />I moved her gas fire, paid the rent <br />and left a note to the dairyman. <br /> <br />Nobody came and nobody called <br />when she was ill and dying. <br />Nobody seemed to care at all <br />and if they say they did, they're lying.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-folk-don-t-talk/
