indeed it is wonderful to entertain <br />that constant idea that beds are made for <br />sex, <br />but i must be deluding myself for a long time <br />as time <br />swiftly corrects me <br />and so shortly, <br />that beds in fact are made more for the resting place <br />of the sick and the dying, <br />the anxious and the depressed, <br />the restless people engulfing one pill to another <br />to get the blessings of sleep <br />soon it will become <br />another metaphor for <br />a funeral <br />and euphemism <br />for death.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-metaphor-for-a-funeral/
