He Was Forever Young
He was forever young.
Forever doing silly stuff.
Forever getting lit.
Forever drinking himself to death.
He was thirty-seven, but forever five.
Best things they could think to say.
Everyone smiling and laughing
Talking about what a cut-up he was.
Never kept a wife or a child.
Never kept a job.
Kept his parents worried and up all night.
What a cut-up! A great guy.
Forever five.
Minister struggling
To think of something nice to say
About a man who never
Helped anyone
Never made a friend
Never held a job
Never did anything but play.
Forever five at thirty-seven.
Eulogy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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