Eulogy of My Dear Tiff

EULOGY OF MY DEAR TIFF

All the simple words spoken, simply put on the table
All those journeys taken, rode on mares in the stable
All the things you did for me, you were so capable
And never did I pay you enough mind, I just would label

A liar, a lover, a stong and independant spine
A thief, a caretaker, a tall and mighty balsam pine
A guise, a truth only put on the lips of angels' wine
But could I tell you I really felt you were so divine?

Well a year or so that's flown past us both sitting
I guess in the long run it's really all so befitting
Makes sense out of both our illogical skiting
Oh and now we're dead and our war's done spitting

- poet Darká