Jimmy's Dead
Young Jimmy asked if he was dead.
I laughed before I answered.
And then I told him that he was
and Jimmy's faith was fractured.
I called him a philosopher.
Too dumb to even ask.
and left him all alone,
just sulking in a bask.
The next time Jimmy came my way
I knew he needed help
and covered up my laughs that day
despite the urge to yelp.
Now every time I saw poor Jimmy
I always stopped and said:
Goodbye dear Jimmy; never Hi,
for now poor Jimmy's dead.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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