Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 134, Nos. 3 & 4. Whole Nos. 817 & 818, September/October 2009

His head is down; his spirits too.

He walks alone in gloom.

His heart is filled with deep despair

As one who nears his tomb.

Not always was his life this way.

He used to dance and sing.

His days were filled with happiness

As flowers in the spring.

He caught his Beth with his best friend

And shot them both quite dead.

His wife, his love she left this world

But would not leave his head.

If he could change that awful deed

he would not hesitate.

But, what is done cannot be changed;

Remorse has come too late.