TOM

My Brother Tom died today
I don’t know what to say
I can’t even pray

What a Life
I wish he could have found a wife

Lying Dead in his bed
The Landlord said

I wish I could have said Good-Bye
All I can do is write this poem and cry

We haven’t spoken in twenty years
Now it’s too late
He has entered the Pearly Gate
Now he can talk to Mom and Dad and debate

So what can I tell the reader of this tome
One Day each and every one of us
Will finally go home

Good-Bye Tom