One Day

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

One day they will stop wearing your hula-hoop tree skirts.
One day your widower will be gone.
One day the old grudges will be forgotten and the useless old bitties won't remember your name
                                                                                                         or the things that they said.
One day your dresses will belong to someone else.
One day your son will be gone
And your grandchildren will not remember your name.
One day your scrolls will end up in a landfill
                                                         Or a flea market.
One day they will stop making your bobbin lace
And forget the name of your household
And everything you were will finally be gone.

But not tonight, KC,
                           Not tonight.

[Oysters Rockefeller]

Dig it a lot.

I'm like, totally getting emotions and stuff.