MELANCHOLY

To you my friend,

To whom I had shelter under my own house,

With whom I had gotten drunk with in summer,

And played monopoly with during winter,

Yes to you who I shared my lunch with,

And laughed aloud with,

At all we thought was worthy.

Now I lie in this total darkness my friend,

My coffin is all hard and cold,

My garments too tight to offer any comfort,

My face all dry and coarse,

As I ruminate all that I shared with you friend.

But it hurts me my friend,

When I see green and healthy weed,

Growing on top of my grave,

It hurts me even more friend,

Down here I am lonely,

I wish you could come and bring me flowers friend,

And talk to me of all we had together, 

When my blood was still warm and flowing.