Random Poetry

Richard Cory Poetry immitation

"It helps me forget her" were the words he spoke,

Every time we asked why he chose to stay alone:

He wore his smile like a cloak,

and it stayed on his face alone in his home,

We brought another woman to see him, 

but he refused to meet the lady:

To him it was leaving on a whim,

To us it was a matter of losing our buddy,

He never wanted to lose the thought of her,

so within the letter he wrote:

His last thought was of her and the hurt,

and his hurt of her left us only a bloody note.