in the two step shuffle
off this mortal coil
too many hands of death
and deathbed caresses
words of soothe uttered
in honour ne'er a toil
too many whispered
death's door secrets
too many deathbed
promises made (& kept)
too many rainy days
graves dug in wet soil
too many tears of grief wept.

© J.C. 25/02019.