This poem is based on a true event of this past week, for no apparent reason the title (exactly as shown) appeared in my mind while I was futilely attempting to get to sleep. I only wish that I had gotten up and started writing then, as I believe that, I would have had a more entertaining and involved piece of work. However, two days later, it is what it has become.
I do hope you enjoy it, and that you’ll think about its message.
Have a great weekend everyone,
Mr. Weber Died
As I lay in bed last night
a voice came from inside
informing me, for who knows why,
that a Mr. Weber died.
Now I thought about that for a while
and I finally did decide
that I did not know a Mr. Weber
no matter how hard I tried.
But, it caused me wonder I’ll admit
that my mind’s eye had applied
to Mr. Weber but one “B”
and just one “B” I spied.
But, as curious as that case may be
and that cannot be denied,
why should I then concern myself
that a Mr. Weber died?
Then suddenly it came to me
and I must say with some pride,
that perhaps I know the reason
I was informed of his passing tide.
Yes, perhaps he had no other one
no kin or friend nor bride,
yet, someone needed to have heard,
that said Mr. Weber died.
For remembrance is a soul’s last chance
to live again inside
the human spirit they once felt
and have now just been denied.
So, he was born again to me
and shall not, from me be pried
yes, I’ll remember very well
the night a Mr. Weber died!
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Copyright© Jack Downing, aka Jake @poemsandponderings.wordpress.com. All rights reserved. Contents may not be reprinted or disseminated in any manner without the expressed, written consent of the author. JRD.