In The Morning Poem by Richard Thornton

For half a century
He was head over heels and as loyal as a dog
Now he's an aficionado to addiction
A zealot to feelings
An honourary member of woe
So raise your glass
Join his body of inebraition
Let his malnurished lips
Verbalize her magificent beauty
As his sorrowful eyes
Confirm his loss
Let it not just be the flutes of pick me up
that warm you heart
Let it also be his cordial grief (the aura that surrounds him)
Help his intoxicated mind
Understand the reason she passed
Help him understand the explicable
She was healthy
He was in certain bliss
She was diagnosed
He was in certain turmoil
She passed
He is in a turmoil of uncertainty
If you cannot assist with his decent into the unfathomable
At least take heed in his mourning
It will go a little way
To restoring his faith in the morning