For
a Sad Father
And
let his children when he is dead,
Write
in stone above his head:
“No
more he lives for us to blame
For
all our sins and all our games!”
#3320 (4-17-2012)
Suicide
Knives
are painful;
Bridges
are steep;
Poisons
will cramp you;
And
guns—
You’d
better not miss!
Gas
is terrible
You
might as well live!
#3321 (4-17-2012)
Some
Women
Some
women will sink your heart,
Some
women will giggle with flatter,
Some
will look at you—
And
pretend it really matters.
#3322 (4-17-2012)
I
Shall Return
When
I am dead, as dead can be—
Still
believe in me;
Believe
I will be near—
White
as a ghost, my dear.
#3323 (4-17-2012)