I have been dead for many years;
entombed in a mausoleum
of viscera and rigid bones.
There were no prayers or eulogy
spoken on my worthless behalf.
Within the tomb lies a stone-cold,
dead heart and a extinguished soul.
Both suffered a long, lonely death;
its cause was flagrancy and strife;
until one day she came along
with an amorous kiss of life
that resurrected my remains
infused them with vitality
and a different man was reborn.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn