She Just Up and Pulled Up Stakes
She just up and pulled up stakes
For some reason after a long, long season.
Her husband asked her to put on the brakes,
But she had, had it for what she believed was good reason.
One just never knows what gives behind
Closed doors away from public view. A daughter shot
A stare, “I’m sure to those outside we look just fine —
Family of four: dad, daughter, son and a mom that’s hot.”
The nuclear group who moved away
From classmates, siblings, parents to name a few
Settled among the halls of ivy for many winters’ stay.
Building academic reputations and hobnobbing too
With other academics, spouses and uber-
Smart offspring. T.S. Eliot’s Cocktail Party went
On and on, too long and she dropped into a totally torpored stupor
Until one day and many boring infidelities spent
She got in the car and drove as far
West as she could landing in the Wild West
Where she practiced the art of weaving at the bar.
She ruminated and thought she gave it her best,
And then without guilt she decided to live
Life to the fullest with whatever time she had left,
So she chucked the loom, said I’ll take instead of give
For awhile and rediscover exactly what is bereft
In a life of giving, giving, giving
Before it’s all gone, and then a friend in curiosity
Googled her name to see where she was living
And read with shock and disbelief her obituary.
The rabbit jumped down the hole: “I’m late,
I’m late for a very important date. No time to say hello,
Goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. I’m late.”
Do not collect two hundred dollars; do not pass go.