Day of the Dead

In Mexico, today’s the day
To celebrate the dead.
The people aren’t scared or sad;
They feel great joy instead.

Festivities fill up the night
To honor those who’ve passed.
Acknowledgement is made that life
Is short and does not last.

Thus on this day, the skeleton’s
An image to revere;
Though now it lies six feet below,
At one time it lived here.

So everyone remembers
And drinks toasts to the deceased.
It’s such a lovely custom
And not morbid in the least.

It makes me think of those I know
Who have succumbed to death,
And hope somebody thinks of me
When I take my last breath.

And as the years go by,
It’s very comforting to think
That maybe in my memory
Someone will raise a drink.