Eulogy

I offer my condolences.
I see you've lost a friend.
I do happen to despair especially,
For I tried hard to defend,
That fragile fumbling fellow,
From the pains set on by life.
I said days would soon come by,
When it would exchange its knife,
For quick smiles on on a brighter day.
It will all get better is what I tried to say.

But I'm afraid you wouldn't let it be that way.

Twas you that made the curtain call
And put that devil darkened pall
Of misery in front of those eyes
That just searched for Earth's shy blue skies.
You littered the stage with your lying props.
Yes all the pains were just the crops
Of your own pained deceptions,
To hide my joyed conceptions,
That I used as that poor fellow's shield.
But the wounds, they shall not e'er be healed,
The ones made by your manufactured strife,
Not the true horrors of life's sharp knife.

I offer my condolences.
I see you've lost a friend.
Don't be so mulish minded,
To let it happen again.
Don't let your fears take hold,
And gun down another soul.
Poor fellow we have lost...
And I despairingly fear it
Was a friend to you and me,
That friend I called your spirit.