The Pallbearer Poem by Phil Soar
The Pallbearer
My friend was a pallbearer, and he carried many dead
His shoulder bore the weight of them, and rested next his head
And when he died himself, he had his body encased in lead
So the men that carried him would wish he really wasn't dead
Friday, June 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,humour
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5/1/2024 2:55:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Being a Pallbearer is an honour. A special friend to always remember and that you have.