Elegy Eulogy

and all the words congregated somber, passing observations and glasses around, and smoked 'em if they had 'em, and looked woefully at the ground mentioned how he was so good to them that he never played any, for favorites always a mensch, and very gentle too they all agreed he was very literate some words got together in lines with handkerchiefs and glistening eyes slowly passing the paged remains wished his epilogue another reprise one said, how once he'd looked it up after a very long absence of use and prominently displayed its meaning, written decisively, never misused another of the first-person singular, well-known, of worldly feminine gender said he'd given her existence a purpose and was someone she'd always remember but now he's written his last retort they've signed themselves into his book to be given tearfully to the next-of-kin and tucked WAY back in some closet or nook 'cause nobody much reads them anymore no one wants to be made to recall that words live longer than their writers after the author is done with his scrawl © Goode Guy 2013-08-09 elegy: a mournful poem; a lament for the dead eulogy: a formal expression of praise