Alice We Miss You

Hello. I wrote a poem! It's not that great, and some people might find it a bit morbid, but I wanted to share it with you all anyway. Tell me what you think!

*By the way. I did not write this about anyone in particular. I simply pulled a name out of the air.*

Alice We Miss You: by Me

On and on it rained
In that dreary town
The folks, with tears, were stained
In that bleary town

The undertaker moved
Slowly in his craft
For twas his beloved
That'd be in the shaft.

The old preacher cried
And prayed for the others
For the one that had died
She had had several brothers

The teacher sought relief
Because when he thought,
About it, twas was his belief,
That it was all his fault

The dress-maker stopped
All work on the dress
That she had been making
For young bride Alice

Alice we miss you
Her brothers all said
Alice we need you
But now you are dead.

Alice I miss you
The young undertaker said
Alice I love you
But still you are dead

Alice I'm sorry
The guilt-filled teacher said
I could have done something
But now you are dead

Alice I'm sorry
The dress maker said
In place of a wedding
It's for your deathbed

Alice we miss you
The old preacher said
But this one goodbye
won't be the end.

We'll all meet again,
One day in Heaven,
We'll be whole again,
One day in Heaven.