Where are all the mourners <br />who said they were my friends <br />the girls who cried when we split up <br />had no tears in the end <br />the endless conversationalists <br />struck dumb and fail to speak <br />and all who said they'd miss me <br />somehow now can't stand and weep <br /> <br />Where are all the singers <br />who wanted to lament <br />the writers and the poets <br />with words they never meant <br />fairweather friends and neighbours <br />that said there's nothing left <br />in life you can be so alone <br />and still alone in death.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-in-death/
