Epitaph for Louis William Rose
Lou Rose has passed away, ha, ha, ho, ho.
No special claim on heaven he has made,
Except that upon Christ his sins are laid,
Were there another way he must say no.
His life was filled with grief and merriment.
Each day presented triumph and faux pas.
And now after the final coup de grâce,
It finds him altogether quite content
Should someone seek to ask him for advice,
About the way a man’s life should be led.
In answer he must humbly bow his head,
And hope these final words of his suffice.
He leaves this world with only one regret,
That he had not loved more the souls he met.
While not dead yet, it seems to me one should not leave these things to the last minute, n’est ce pas?