Eulogy
Gravely ill my dearest friend said to me.
Promise me you will give my eulogy.
I demurred. He insisted. I agreed reluctantly.
Now as it is being said, oh the irony.
It is not I who speak, but rather he of me.
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Oh OB had to read that twice!!! endings are clever
XXXXXXX M
I hope that’s not the case OldBull – I want you to be around for many many more years!
Good poem oldbull.
Morvenna, Jojo, Sunflower ty to all for your feed back. Manna for this old hack. LOL
Bravo! Great poem OB. Short, sweet, a delight! Helen