No One Offend and Reached His End
his twilight was near
Henry is no longer here
we always did fear
no one did offend
to heaven we had to send
when he reached an end
merry with much mirth
he was merry with much mirth
departed this earth
away soul scurried
when around he had hurried
body we buried
always was well fed
no longer here and is dead
he has gone to bed
what we must admit
no longer in bed does sit
his heart would quit
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2022
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