She followed at her own pace, <br />not really caring <br />and wondered at the crowd <br />that was ahead. <br /> <br />The coffin looked shiny, <br />mahogany and brass <br />and she laughed <br />a little. <br /> <br />Such a small one, <br />yet so smart. <br />You wouldn't think <br />a body would fit! <br /> <br />She drifted then, <br />transfixed <br />by the shoe shops <br />and the sales. <br /> <br />The blue ones were fab', <br />a bit pricey though <br />and the red ones were hot, <br />very high heeled. <br /> <br />By the time she'd finished <br />the procession <br />had gone on. <br />She'd missed it. <br /> <br />Well they'd always said, <br />'you'll be late for your funeral some day' <br />they were right, <br />she was. <br /> <br />Her soul just floated heavenwards <br />and as she watched <br />the moon arose, <br />grinning. <br /> <br />Who wants to be buried anyhow, she thought, <br />she never did like worms <br />and she certainly didn't care <br />for the head stone.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-10/
