When Euology would become an Elegy! Nameplate changes to Tombstone, Bed gets rearranged to spacious Coffin! Orchered to be renamed to Churchyard All just for a change you see from this day I was afraid this day would come when poetry leaves me because love found me I'm yet to write an eulogy for my dead grandmother, as if she's not dead I'm yet to write an eulogy for the senses I'm losing as if my ears were a pair of socks and I lost one, I'm yet to write an eulogy for a past that's fading,
