poems by Donald James Dolby
Expiry Date
The perfect word
To describe what took place
When you left.

You didn't go
Didn't pass away
Didn't leave this earth
Didn't go over
Didn't go to heaven
Didn't go to hell

You died, of course
But that's not enough.

I think, just as a
library book
You reached your
expiry date
And you just . . .
. . . expired.

Notes :-
For Dad

Italy, 1998