Elegy Written In The Beer Store

Once in daytime a nice fellow
was working as beer seller
loving as usual see all hello
but dark death to him a killer

in the store but usually sad
feeling unable to run life right
loving kids all good and bad
death snatched him dreadful sight

dim that light in his dreamily eyes
cold that dark in his short hair
but sorry he didn't cry
he saw to heavens a stair

wasn't these eyes sees his friend
wasn't that mouth laughs here
but sorry he knew not his end
while now about him none hear

he never drank beer but sell
those nights were smooth passing
that way of love might be of hell
to sacrifice your all but gain nothing

cant you look at me now
see the tears of your miserable farewell
cant you open ears now
hear me with friends about you tell

no objection for an act of God
he is THE HIGHEST Who forgive and bless
thus all creatures are made of mud
but our great sorry for that miss