Her Last Party Poem by David Keig

I sat on that sweeping stairway
And looked back at the past
I'd had so many parties
But this might be my last
The people that would come along
I couldn't wait to see
Close friends and colleagues from a life
In which they were all so proud of me
I indulged in reminiscence
I was dreaming of the past
I was dreaming of a future
That was always going to last
But by now the clock was ticking
And I had to straighten up my dress
They would all be soon arriving
And I'd have to look my best
The clock it kept on ticking
Measuring the time
But there were no people at the gate
Waiting all in line
Distraught I then retreated
Had they all forgotten me?
Then in the corner of my bedroom
Yes, they were there for me to see
Heaps of fucking invitations
That I'd quite forgot to send
So all my grand plans in this life
Came to a tearful end.

(based on a short story by Evelyn Waugh)