When the Time Comes

You'll bury me, no doubt, if we stay
The way that we are, and that's okay
With me. You are younger and
Healthier, clearly much better at
Making a living, and, though I still
Live, I have run out of things that
I care to do. You have ambitions.
I know you'll be fine. I don't think
That I'm dying, but, dear, when I
Do, I've no plans to persist as a
Ghost or a memory. I will be over.
You will be here. Bury me quickly.
Go on.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 20 times
Written on 2012-12-06 at 19:33

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text