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Milton’s Eulogy For the Other Mans Man
Jeff Klepper

This constancy called life, just repetition, claim a wife
Forge ahead, collect cash, commit to one, and than dash
She lived above you, for some time, you cherished her, in rhyme
The rent gets paid on time, your life savings is gone, just fine

Months go by,you work, the world grows bitter, you work
The air gets blistery, and cold, your arms get limp, and old
The kids grow up, you die, their children hate you, you wonder why
Death feels nice you think, never better, don’t have to blink

This is the pattern, we are taught, to love and render, newly bought
Pass away the time, with modern love– be mine

A Rendering of Sorts; A Painting
Jeff Klepper

When I awoke a vision did come
Of the beauty of carbon, a beauteous plum—

A subsequent act of natures own will
Beauty is subjective and beauty does kill

But forget the stories of princes and kings
And expect the passing of beauteous things

For again the seasons spell out your name
But your awe inspires me one in the same