The Day Rob Ford Died
At once he died a tired fight.
The knife his only hope.
Rob Ford gone walking through the gates.
A Saint to hold the rope.
Where angels patter to his ear.
Their whispers all but rumors.
"Sit up Rob Ford; you Common Man";
for life without these tumors.
As violins play a prouder tune.
This man alive once more.
His smile to light the very Heaven
of those who came before.
While waiting for his spoken words.
Rob's gesture to the Lord.
Instead of giving God his thanks,
prays men on Earth can board.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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