Euphemism and Dysphemism


As a man dies
the spirited soul flies
the body remains.

While on mourn one hears
talks of his achievements
whispers of his faults.

Days pass a reversal  is found
contempt spreads at large
tales of his defects abound.

The tongue wags
waxes many a story
wanes even more.

Life is beautiful
euphemism enlarges,
dysphemism shrinks.
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