Eulogy

 

A word

Or two for you

I spoke of a wave

You were a tsunami 

Eulogy. 

Again

A word 

To the dead. 

Milton

The Son of a working man

And I am the same

It’s a shame I came too late 

Myal

I wish that I understood 

What my all could mean 

I’m living choking on fate 

It’s late 

I’m here again

Trying to explain 

In prose it can’t expose 

Eulogy. 

Again

A word 

To the dead. 

Mitchell

Name given by a dead man 

you can’t understand 

Nor can rhymes articulate 

Rodney 

Similar of my mother 

Yet I need her hand 

F you if you can’t relate 

It’s late 

I’m here again

Trying to explain 

In prose it can’t expose 

Eulogy. 

Again

A word 

To the dead. 

Death is pain

Pain it truth

Truth is Freedom

And here we are

Free…

It’s late 

I’m here again

Trying to explain 

In prose it can’t expose 

Eulogy. 

Again

A word 

To the dead.