April PAD Challenge, Day 16
Prompt: an elegy
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crooked lines and clumsy verse,
every word that could get better,
but no doubt kept turning worse,
words that wouldn't go together,
thoughts I couldn't tell apart,
cups of coffee, rainy weather,
night you chose to depart.
Buried under piles of crumpled
paper, shrouded in ink,
just like that, without a grumble,
you were dead, you poor thing.
I'm not Dickens, I'm not Maugham,
there was nothing I could do.
Rest in peace, unfinished poem,
you were............................
Lullaby to a Deceased Poem
I remember every letter,crooked lines and clumsy verse,
every word that could get better,
but no doubt kept turning worse,
words that wouldn't go together,
thoughts I couldn't tell apart,
cups of coffee, rainy weather,
night you chose to depart.
Buried under piles of crumpled
paper, shrouded in ink,
just like that, without a grumble,
you were dead, you poor thing.
I'm not Dickens, I'm not Maugham,
there was nothing I could do.
Rest in peace, unfinished poem,
you were............................
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