Eulogy For The Dead

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He was a good man,
So I am told;
Light to his age,
Humble and bold

A gasket of glass
Embroil in gold –
He had a good life,
Though not old

Even in death he gives
Hands to hold,
Hands perchance kind
Though cannot fold

A requiem melodious,
Sad and cold:
Sing! Incorrigible consciences
All but sold!

A good man goes home,
So they proclaim
But it’s funeral for the dead
And vanity fair for the vain.

© Jude Ifeme


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