What Happened to Merry?
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I ordered a sandwich in a corner cafe.
I remember like it was only yesterday,
How my close friend solemnly bowed his head to say,
“Something has happened to Merry.”
When the subject came up, he was so badly shook,
And his eyes dropped down - he was unable to look.
“What was it?”, I asked - to find out, I undertook,
What was it that happened to Merry?
“Is it something too horrible for you to say?
I should know of all people, your friend, don’t betray.
So, tell me right now, please, in all candor, convey
The dire matter in the life of Merry?”
Try as I might, the truth, I just could not pry it.
It seemed spec’ly to me; he would not supply it.
Leaving me in a state of dread and disquiet,
Wondering, what ghastly thing happened to Merry?
Here and there, when I occasioned to see a friend,
I’d see horrified looks, as the chat would suspend,
But up to now, and maybe even in the end,
I’ll be asking, “What was it that happened to Merry?”
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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