Man\’s plight in death

Only at my tomb folks will sit
Talking about my humor and my cheek
Then for once they'll say
Such a cute guy who so lay
Then my Juliet comes visiting
With rose and daisy flowers all around
Tears of sorrow from her eyes
Saying she'd miss me as I died
Yet I look from whence I lay for rest
And ask thoughtfully did she ever care

The butler is not known throughout life
And a single day of his death he has friends

Never stand by my side in death
And say you were always there
When the least you showed was care
Cos even in grave my eyes would tear

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