I'll Take Out Your Ashes

It's a sad and guilty feeling

Since I did not take out your ashes

Whatever I was fearing

Never came to passing

It's a sad and guilty feeling

Since I did not drive you to Michigan

Scambling eggs and bacon

And you're right here in the kitchen

I've got plans and dreams and all kinds of schemes

But now, I'm beyond all repair

For time just ain't no healer

With your ashes sitting there

I know you have been countin on my

Ever since your sad cremation day

I combed your Alzheimer's poety

For all that I wished for it to say