A leaf felled silent down,
as the old man walked around town.
He’s wife was the best and blind,
and they married at sixty-nine.
He gasped for air,
As the wind played with his hair,
His eyes turned cold,
And the man was gone.
His wife had been cold,
Since he turned old,
The previous fall,
She couldn’t handle it all.
He gasped for air,
As the wind played with his hair,
His eyes turned cold,
And the man was gone.
Now he’s in heaven,
eating at seven or elleven,
his wife gives him kisses,
and there's nothing he misses.
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