Tick tock the clock strikes ten
As the wonderful wind blows
The mighty winter willow
Outside the whopping window
The dark dreadful dreary day
Has come to an end
For this is the death
Of Mr. Shoemacher
His lovely little wife Lilly
Has stopped searching
For the scarce remains of her soul
Causing the aching anguish
Upon Mr. Shoemacher
She withers away in
Her wasted remains
Driving Mr. Shoemacher to
Darkest deepest depression
As Mr. Shoemacher
Rapidly regrets the right to live
He has nothing nursing him
To his great nature that he is
The affecting appearance
Around with filth and trash
Has led to circulating cancer
Carnage him to his immense grave
And I his heartfelt child
Has dug a devoted
Distinguished memorial
In his honor
This simple death has
set the life of loved ones
For on this horrible horrendous day
Has finally finish off
Today and tomorrow
Will always be thy
Simple death for my beloved
Mr. Shoemacher
Poem Writer,
Jackie Thielman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really interesting poem.