Clubbed To Death
She called me and told me of the epitaph on a lady’s headstone and I thought how cruel. The husband wanted all to know how she died so the cruelty was multifaceted especially since the full story can scarcely be told with such brevity.
I tried to explain.
I tried to explain.
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Clubbed To Death Crossed the graveyard every night Lonesome road that gave even me a fright Under blind devotion to take part Bible groups became a first love, and stole her heart By night she came home all alone Every week night I begged her to first call on the phone
Didn’t get a call ever and she went every night To every church function, and hoped one day I might Only, I didn’t, and it worried me Didn’t like her walking a graveyard, so dark and lonely Exhausted from a meeting, she was on her way And never made it home, I thought she’d gone astray Then a friend called, in the same dreadful graveyard,
her body lied Her heart stopped, could take no more church clubs and
she died |
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