My Casket Has No Handles
18 November, 2006
Author: Rick Ryckman
When the hard death befalls upon my soul
and my last breaths are at hand.
Severely or sternly
there will be no retaliation with the intent of inflicting restrain.
As I float through life's final journey.
I and I alone will be amenable for the retribution from all of my years.
I will not shiver or tremble as the scavengers try to salvage me
with there plea-bargain to pay homage.
If there is a requiem!
Sing and dance!
For I have earned this voyage!
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fran (152.163.100.5) -- Thursday, December 14 2006, 09:12 am I really like this one I can relate |
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