To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern, For time will surely tell, I write to my loved ones To say that I am well. I scarcely can recall A time more I content, Than here amongst my friends With time more wisely spent. The rooming here is quaint, In truth, a little cramped. Likewise, harsh April rains Make all my walls feel damped. The silence, although grave, Does make for better sleep. Yet, every passing day More neighbors moan and weep. I hope to see you soon, Perhaps within the year. For winters cold and stiff Are awfully lonely here. Until we meet again, I wish you all the best. For my death after all Is quite the restless test.