While We Were

While we was out fishin' you were drowning on a purty Erie day nineteen years old is much too young to die and go away. Now somebody's gonna be mournin' while we're camping & drinking pulled out by your feet and all we were worried about that night was what were we gonna have to eat? Life is strange that way, ain't it? we're so unaffected by death even when inches away as long as it's not happening to us. E. Ell 7/3/90