Sheila E. Murphy
She was one of those take-charge people
Everyone in the neighborhood counted on
To know what was going on and inspired
Confidence for being a solid one.
At some point the matching pillar of the neighborhood
Got sick ignored his meds and stopped sleeping
Or making sense. One night she began to yell her lungs out
Swearing at this friend she had liked for years.
All within hearing distance stayed inside and spoke in quiet tones
Couples asking one another what could possibly etc.
We thought they were friends soon he was lifted off to hospital
And she remained the one to ask if anybody wondered
And many did. What had happened where was he what about
The daughter what was she going to do. And then he died.
The neighbor took on the job of telling everyone for several weeks.
Saying he was a nice guy always responsible and loved the neighborhood.