Death of a Salesman

A jovial chap
Who traveled far and wide,
Called on customers,
Ran with the tide,
But when he got old,
His new boss cut him cold,
"You're fired", he was told,
And when he died
Only his family came
To the funeral and cried,
His service done,
His body rotten
And soon forgotten...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz