Romeo Naces Poet Tail-rhyme

The Undertaker Weeps, Too

long accustomed to his morbid profession,
   where the slightest hint of genuine sorrow
      is taboo deserving only derision,
         he's in total control of his emotion;

but now, a sensation from deep inside him
   surges upward like a relentless deluge
      at the sight of a shaking, grieving mother,
         humming a lullaby to her dead daughter;

something filmy in his eyes, and the room melts
   in watery shapes tinted in fluid colors;
      he can't believe it, must be perspiration,
         ah, but tears blur the undertaker's vision !

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