The Wrong Goodbye

My poor attempt at poetry! (This was written while contemplating quitting an alumni group; I got into a little contretemps and let loose some sarcasm that disturbed that club. Quit before they cut!)

Some come prepared

Some, to be repaired

Some come to meet and greet

Some others, to heat and beat

Some come to think

Some, to stir up stink

Some stay for no cause

Some, just for the applause

Some stay to shine or show off

Some, just to whine and go off

Some stay to joke and make merry

Some, to spread thoughts or theory

Some share photos, sweet memories

Some, bare sorrows, sad obituaries

Some juggle jump move and shake

Some struggle just to stay awake

With this or that syndrome some are pained, numb

Others, once sharp perhaps, now just plain dumb

Some go on intact

Some go on impact

Some go hissing

Some go missing

Some go in peace

Some go in pieces

The dead, the half-dead, and the brain-dead

Just quote but don't act what the sages said

"Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

?Shantih shantih shantih"

P.S.? The last two majestic lines are of course borrowed; from T.S. Eliot quoting the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad at the very end of his 1922 magnum opus poem "The Waste Land."? The penultimate line means (ironic considering the recent history here, mea culpa!)? "give”, “be compassionate”, and “self-control!”