Saturday, April 21, 2012

s(He) meant the world

They write poems in memory of such couples.
I write a few lines reminiscing about a couple for whom the world did mean each other.

Age and sickness finally caught up with him.
At noon, his earthly sojourn was over.
She went to bed, shortness of breath brought on her death.
Buried on the morrow, amidst much sorrow, they lie:
Together in life, together in death

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