A Sad Farewell -a poem.
A Sad Farewell
While I rest here upon my chair,
Life ebbing from my chest.
No more will I see your face so fair,
Or my garden at its best.
My penny has been here all my life,
Please care for it in your purse.
For you will need it my poor wife,
To pay for my shire and hearse.
Richardpeej
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