The coffin's colder <br />Than the warm cab he was used to- <br />Though all his friends are there; <br />Just like it used to be. <br /> <br />The eulogy concludes <br />And they all replace their caps, <br />And life keeps going on; <br />No time for playing Taps. <br /> <br />They're the grown ups now- <br />Not watching life pass by, <br />Lamenting all the hours and days <br />It takes them, to grow up. <br /> <br />So who set the decree today; <br />Who's walking, who got buried? <br />They had to hurry back to jobs, <br />For there are no hours to tarry. <br /> <br />But a grave waits, like a beacon <br />For each, though they're too busy: <br />Still, the day comes soon enough, <br />When they'll have time, to visit. <br /> <br />(Written to Codes & Keys, by Death Cab for Cutie)<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-visit/
