A Funeral In 17 Syllables Or Less Poem by Dee Snuts

A Funeral In 17 Syllables Or Less



Oh, how his wife wept
As his body was lowered
A sad spectacle

“There there, now my dear.
“He’s somewhere better, ” I said
As I dried her eyes

She leaned on my hand
“But I still wish he was here”
“We all do, my dear.”

The service was fast
I had said the eulogy
My eyes had watered

He was a dear friend
And yet, little do they know
That I did him in

Sunday, June 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
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