Your Six Strong Men
I am amused and wonder why
we need six strong men when we die.
Some even specify with pen
the ones to be their six strong men.
We don’t need men when our lives end
and to the grave, our weepers wend.
Far better to have six befriend
when life is tough and cares attend.
So please my friends choose wise your six
who are trusty, and strong as bricks.
A servant true be ready too
to help those who reach out to you.
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