MELANCHOLY
MELANCHOLY
To you my friend,
To whom I had shelter under my own house,
With whom I had gotten drunk with in summer,
And played monopoly with during winter,
Yes to you who I shared my lunch with,
And laughed aloud with,
At all we thought was worthy.
Now I lie in this total darkness my friend,
My coffin is all hard and cold,
My garments too tight to offer any comfort,
My face all dry and coarse,
As I ruminate all that I shared with you friend.
But it hurts me my friend,
When I see green and healthy weed,
Growing on top of my grave,
It hurts me even more friend,
Down here I am lonely,
I wish you could come and bring me flowers friend,
And talk to me of all we had together,
When my blood was still warm and flowing.