The grass is trim, the flowers died
The headstone stands, it cannot hide.
I cannot hear the traffic noise
From here they look like little toys.
I feel vibration in the ground,
Down here there is so little sound.
The worms are turning around me
That`s all I have for company.
Come gentle rain or heavy snow
Snug down here I`d never know
My wife comes here to shed a tear
I wish she would not come, the dear.
Its a long trip across town
She really should be sitting down.
Up the path she used to trip
Now has arthritis in her hip.
Patrick came as I had hoped,
Poured Irish whisky, the ground was soaked.
I hate waste, there`s nothing worse
So passed it through his kidneys first.
Author notes
Option 1: In ten years I will be 96, come on!
A contest entry
- Where Will You Be In Ten Years? by Ah.Sosha..
430 points, ended July 4, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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a pleasure to read this poem! images that made me smile and admire and think you must have enjoyed writing this fine entry because it has a really good spirit about it.
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I commented this once before, but I think my computer did not send it through. I'll try to say what I said before.
This poem was not something I was expecting. Maybe that was inconsiderate of me. However, this poem is very descriptive and I absolutely love it. Your sense of humor makes this poem not only very unique but a little inspiring for me. I don't know if that seems weird or not, but I just don't encounter a lot of people who view life in a good way.
Thank you for entering!
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Glad you liked the poem, but to award gold! I am overwhelmed.
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It was by far my favorite. It deserves no less. Congratulations
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Love it!!! What a funny poem, and probably a lot of truth in it... though it looks like it'll be awhile before you know for sure
I must read more of your work, this one is wonderful
Dee
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This is brilliantly done. There is just a hint of sadness, and yet none of regret. The love you showed when speaking of your wife was so sweet and tender. And the ending was hilarious.
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I like the humorous ending.
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Carry a bit of humor to the grave and it will not seem such a dark journey. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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I hope you wouldn't be in the ground in ten years. I think He has plans for you yet. Sentiments are well expressed.
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this poem is nicely written. But no matter how old you are, you can never know where you'll be in 10 years. Anything could happen :]
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Lovely piece of dark humour William and I love that ending especially - though the best option is to be cremated and save all that aggro! Hopefully within ten years they will be able to reproduce all body parts and you will be as good as new. Lovely job on this delicate subject and Good luck in the contest.
Ann
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Sad the sodden turf.Ha! A bit of a jab in humor to lighten such a weighty subject. As is your form/style. Impecable rhyme and a sad little story too.Oh forgot to add per author's comments. William,you will still be the primo poet of AP and still be here sharp as a tack my friend!
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