Untitled 3/13/2014 Poem by Andy Caldwell

the Undertaker stops by 
to have a chat with me
not friends but we are friendly
and he is candid as we speak 
I respect what he cannot say
U has humor that's understated
he likes to read my poetry
at times he shows his love for God
in this his very thankless job
I offer him a can of  Coke
and he laughs at my joke
he has no stomach or a throat
no real body he is just shape
a skeleton and a cape
not really evil or especially good
his simple job often misunderstood
He'll see Theodora O today
to scare her not to take away
U has humor indeed that's true