Poem -
He is Dead.
My phone rings and breaks my slumber.
I don't know the voice,
But I know the number.
Best news I'd heard all day,
Was the statement:
"He has passed away."
A eulogy fit for a SaintÂ
will be read.
When really,Â
They are thinking;
We're better off now,
That he's dead.
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well written linda
Thank you kindly, Linda.
Hello again Lee.
Nope can't leave the comment I was going to.Â
I will merely state. Nice rhyme
Wolf Soul
Thanks Wolf..appreciate the comment..