Clinton Lynch 1862-1912

Clinton Lynch 1862-1912 It took a long time for me to die. Five long years; from the moment Doctor Barmore told me my heart was bad, Until the day I was on my deathbed, Staring listlessly through my envious window, At a world that was alive with people living, A truly strange and wonderful world, that Was presently passing before me, Like a final grand parade in time, With all my old friends, dead now, Waving from carriages festooned in gladioli. In the end, I had no living friends. Instead, I had my elderly mother tend to me, With stern patience, and kind forbearance. At my funeral, here at Mt Olive, Eleven people attended my final rites, Performed ably by the coughing Pastor Hadley. My final epitaph is nothing grand or profound; It is simply a simple farewell, From a simple man, Who lived a simple life. And it is okay if no one remembers me.