Reed’s Round

by Phil Yarborough - Aquarius

Reed’s Round

Ding ding,
Last orders for Robert,
Nine hours early today,
But bang on time for your pace of life.

Those who wept at your grave,
Was given your gold,
Showered down their fun loving necks
As it often was yours.

But that’s not the point; you've missed it,
It doesn't matter,
Don’t worry about it,
I’m more disappointed.

Only few saw, you weren’t changed by it all,
And so your actions appear crazy,
And yet you’re as normal as us all,
Except those in you line of work,

You made your bed, and there you lie,
But at least you enjoyed the ride,
I can imagine you sat up there in the clouds,
Getting in another round.

You’ve done it your way and please are proud,
As many of us are of you,
You’ve stuck by your own words,
You came out clapping loudly

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2001-02-20 16:53:59
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:39
Poem ID: 60518

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