George, Lou, Morrie And Sam - Sonnet Poem by Lewis Eron

The four sages sit determined not be asked
To do anything but talk and talk and think
About long forgotten girlfriends and drink
Tea in paper cups or decaf coffee slowly sipped
Sweeten with saccharin, memories of girls in bombed
Out London and liberated Paris. Then they were fighting Yids
Afterwards found wives and built homes and raised kids
In peaceful suburbs, mowed lawns and dreamed
Of retiring to Florida and dying healthy, alseep in bed
No long before breakfast, playing golf or fishing
Grandchildren, palm trees, sun tans, no work, all play
But now alone, up north, with wives and siblings dead
And shattered hips and broken hearts and pishing
Through tubes, they tick off the seconds of each day.