I Walked You In The Morning

I walked you in the morning; I buried you that night;

The bluest of all Mondays, the one you’d lose your final fight!

You had won so many battles, and had never lost one yet;

But this night, you drew a new opponent, who was as tough as he could get!

He boasted of his prowess, and claimed you were too old;

To ever have a chance to beat him, and early you would fold!

But in the first round of your melee, you landed a punch or two;

This monster knew real quickly, his job was tough to do!

You had me in your corner, but I took a little break;

When I returned the bout was over, the final count you’d take!

I put you on a stretcher, and wrapped you in your robe;

Then carried you to rest a while, before, the stars, you’d probe!

I stayed with you all night then, remembering our great years;

Then the sun announced the morning, as I dried your body from my tears!

I thought, “this time on yesterday, I had walked you up the street”;

But now, just one day later, your Maker would you meet!