I am feeling worn out and exhausted
The summer has passed me right by
Both t he dead and the living
Are sometimes forgiving.
I note with a very loud sigh.
The radio sprung into action
A loud voice told me where to get off!
I had not touched the switch
Is my neighbour a witch?
But I did hear my late husband cough.
Later I sat in great silence
When suddenly the TV came on.
Is there some message here?
Is there an angel near?
My late husband was a warm yet strange man.
I have lived for twelve weeks in dark mourning
But now it is time for some song.
Write me new sentences
Show me new entrances.
For with the living I rightly belong.
I have been down to the Styx and seen blackness
But my life has not yet reached the end
Make me laugh merrily
Tell me jokes terribly
Let’s all be bad and be banned!