I
Bitter in old age,
he foresaw nothing better.
He just wanted out.
II
Nightly rosary --
her ticket into Heaven?
I wouldn't be sure.
III
Ever since she passed,
I sense her spirit is here
when crows lurk about.
IV
His was a half life
and had been for many years.
His death, no great loss.
V
Her passing was slow.
She faded into her sheets
and then she was gone. - Jeff Barnes
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