Elegy For The Living....

Elegy for Him
I requisite this idiom for you,
Although his elegy linguistics for you,
Cause you hang a propos,
An opus that was complete with dirge,
My lament had his requiem,
Conversely presence sorrowful your sike are amiss,
Amiss is unmerited and crushing,
Injurious and despondent.
Dejected, compunctious and vital, not hopeless….
Contriteness and Compunction wrought,
Leaver sike Griser Him The Rose,
Your only recourse for the sike.


Sharon Rose T. ©

My Dirge For You Both

My Dirge for You Both
Elegy for Him
His funeral song
I requisite this idiom for you,
Although his elegy I Can Only Imagine,
Grise linguistics for you,
Interred Birse near waves through Psalms,
Cause you hang a propos,
An opus that was complete with dirge,
My lament had his requiem,
Long passed its rendezvous,
The old hymn played our lament,
He could not jounce out with just a chant,
Gifted and mourned heard ghost throstle,
Griseous and mournful and he is missed,
Conversely presence sorrowful your sike are amiss,
His demise mortality inherent,
Amiss is unmerited and crushing,
Injurious and despondent.
Dejected, compunctious and vital, not hopeless….
Contriteness and Compunction wrought,
Leaver sike Griser Him The Rose…



Sharon Rose T. ©