Sorry For Your Troubles Poem by Francie Lynch

Sorry For Your Troubles

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Guy was a real roust-a-bout:
Drinking, drugging, whoring;
Not coming home;
Not leaving home.
Yes, he was troubled,
He was a handful.
But he looks so good,
And the arrangements
Are splendid.
We take turns
Congealing over him
To conceal scars.
Sorry for your troubles,
Then and now.

Monday, March 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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