A Silly Little Rhyming Love Poem (For Melody) Poem by Ron Stock

When a man has spent his worth,
lying six feet under the earth.
Body stiff below the ground,
looking up towards a mound.
Topped with flowers just that day,
watered with an ocean spray.
He thinks about his life gone by,
of all the things he did not try.
He thinks about how quick the call,
and then not seeing his Love at all.
They rushed him from the car too fast,
did not even bother to ask.
If he wanted to say goodbye,
to anyone special eye to eye.
This man was not the assertive type,
didn't go in for all that hype.
Now he wanted to change his tune,
to feel the heat of a sunny afternoon.
He poked his head above the ground,
saw trees and meadows all around.
He took a swim to clean things off,
watched a foursome play some golf.
His house was but a short walk away,
on the edge of a cliff, above a bay.
He walked in and saw his Love,
as beautiful as a mourning dove.
But could not find the words to say,
'Hello my honey, how's your day? '
He sat beside her on the couch,
decided not, to be a grouch.
On this visit he'd always smile,
spend some time, hang for awhile.
He must have yakked for over an hour,
touched the face he wanted to devour.
He held her in his arms til dark,
suddenly knew it was time to embark.
Lost his heart and began to cry,
kissed her on the lips goodbye,
said he was sorry, he had to die.