Matter

We picked up your cap and gown yesterday

The woman asked us if the size mattered

And we just kind of stared

She said

It guess it doesn’t matter, does it?

I guess it doesn’t

I guess she was right

After all

You’re dead

So she handed us a random size

For a graduation you’ll never attend

And I guess none of it ever really mattered

I wonder if it ever will

just a guy writing some sad poetry