Old mens bemoan !

Please hand me, my old umbrella though it is
torn and ragged.

It has sheltered me through strenuous times
and stormy nights. It knows my deepest
thougts, the ones I had standing in your
dorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of your
face, when you walked by. It strolled along
with us, on bright summerdays and it
shelterd us wen raine days sougth us.
It has been there for me through good times
and bad and it has served me well.

So please hand me my old umbrella, it will
accompany us at this funeral.

I now she would have liked that.