The Simple Death Poem by Jackie Thielman

Tick tock the clock strikes ten
As the wonderful wind blows
The mighty winter willow
Outside the whopping window

The dark dreadful dreary day
Has come to an end
For this is the death
Of Mr. Shoemacher

His lovely little wife Lilly
Has stopped searching
For the scarce remains of her soul
Causing the aching anguish
Upon Mr. Shoemacher

She withers away in
Her wasted remains
Driving Mr. Shoemacher to
Darkest deepest depression

As Mr. Shoemacher
Rapidly regrets the right to live
He has nothing nursing him
To his great nature that he is

The affecting appearance
Around with filth and trash
Has led to circulating cancer
Carnage him to his immense grave

And I his heartfelt child
Has dug a devoted
Distinguished memorial
In his honor

This simple death has
set the life of loved ones
For on this horrible horrendous day
Has finally finish off

Today and tomorrow
Will always be thy
Simple death for my beloved
Mr. Shoemacher

Poem Writer,
Jackie Thielman