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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