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
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