Girl Of The Pew

You sing at funerals.

I write of death.

It is such a bummer,

we have not met.

I will be older,

so you will not die.

Men go so much younger,

while girls do not fly.

I won't be without you,

are age doth does match.

A young man with feeling,

sex might be best.

So, let us not meet.

Let dreams become wet!

Laughter is better,

fantasy won't let!!

It's fun to be daring,

free from all sin.

Happiness from freedom,

of nothing that's been.

Cheer on all your memories,

write from within.

Deliver the treasure,

of measure not men.

Hypocrites will listen,

to lies of the few.

Will you be the witness,

to the girl on the pew?

Karen A. Placek