Death-O-Vision

I have been reading obituaries

Where the bereaved write

She’ll wait for me in heaven

He’s watching out from paradise.

Even if you don’t believe them

These sentiments may

Get you through sadness

Like taking off your glasses when you are nearsighted

Letting everything go soft and fuzzy

And hard to recognize

Is this death you ask?

Maybe it’s just the cat.

Hard to tell without my glasses.

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