He had two arms and colored eyes.
He used his legs to walk and run.
But it's so nice - I claim - so nice
to wave to his (up)setting sun.
I knew him well, he hated lies.
He had some friends and loved to laugh.
He was so nice - I claim - so nice.
It's sad, the reeper said: "Enough".
And oh, don't cry about a thing,
my dear mourners, life is small.
I hope the scythe's remorseless swing
can bring some comfort to you all.
Cynical Eulogy
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2016
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