GOOD OLD DAYS & TIMES
OBITUARY PAGE 1
December 2000
I was deeply saddened during this past year or so by the sudden and tragic
passing of friends and loved ones. During the summer, I was in a kind of
"funk," trying to find meaning in the loss of four athletes in four
months. The best I could come up with was the following rhyme.
Please forgive me for this indulgence. After all, this publication is dedicated to the good old days. My hope is that through memorialization my friends may touch the lives of others as they have touched mine.
I’m over it now, so don’t give up on me. To prove that I have regained my sense of humor I have also included the "Top 10 Funkiest Accounting Moments" as part of this newsletter.
The jaded guy from New York City
Ponders life and death with remorse and pity.
As he attempts to pen this rhyme so witty
Underneath he’s feeling downright shitty.
He’s from the middle ages you see
A throwback from ancient history.
His head ain’t where it ought to be
So he tries his hand at poetry.
It is because he’s lost his friends
His sadness and grieving never ends.
There’s no more time to make amends
To godfather for lending me the Mercedes Benz.
The other guy was off the wall.
Usually he’d end up in a brawl.
He blew his mind on alcohol.
Now there’s no one left to pass me the ball.
One dreadful night on Route 28
While protecting us Trooper Kelly met his fate.
Each time I pass the tragic scene I contemplate
The need to do away with anger and hate.
There also was this kid named John.
My daughter loved him, now he’s gone.
With his buddy Mike in the cemetery lawn,
The never-ending list goes on and on.
So when you ask the jaded guy,
"How are you?" And he tells you a lie
Remember that the reason why
Is because underneath he is about to cry.
If I am to be the one to survive
I’ve got to get a handle on this awful jive.
Whether seventeen, forty, or eighty-five,
You’ll not be forgotten while I’m alive.
The lesson learned is loud and clear.
At any moment we may disappear.
So live each day and forget your fear.
But mostly, keep your friends and family near and dear.
Peter G. Masullo
Summer 2000
