Beside the sanguine flicker
Of a filament designed
To look just like a candle
A mourning friend will find
The vessel of somebody
They were fortunate to know
As impotent as anyone
Whose time has come to go
Between the floral tributes
And a hope inducing hymn
We pray to God in heaven
That mercy is His whim.
Are You Reading Me?
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