by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY)
So, three older Jewish guys
are sitting around a table
at an older Jewish restaurant
talking about death.
It’s the subject of some worried inquiry
as all three approach the finish line.
“Jews don’t believe in heaven,” says the first man.
“Your soul lives on after you,” says the next.
“Perhaps,” says the third, “the big surprise
is there is absolutely nothing – gornisht.”
“You mean this is all there is?” the first one asks.
“Could be,” replies the second.
“Maybe it’s like this,” the third man says,
“just ten minutes before you die,
you get a message, like an e-mail, from God,
telling you exactly what’s gonna happen.”
“That would be nice,” the first man agrees.
The three men stare into their coffees,
each one contemplating his own mortality,
together as friends facing the dreadful uncertainty.
“Same time next week?”
“God willing.”
The author of twelve books for young adults, Mel Glenn has lived nearly all his life in Brooklyn, NY, where he taught English at A. Lincoln High School for thirty-one years. Lately, he’s been writing poetry, and you can find his most recent poems in the YA anthology, This Family Is Driving Me Crazy, edited by M. Jerry Weiss.
If you’d like to learn more about his work, visit: http://www.melglenn.com/