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Open Poetry #28

Dying Beyond My Means

Ringo

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since 2003-02-20

Posts 3684
Saluting with misty eyes

0 posted 2003-09-05 01:34 PM

As the gentleman sat in his bed
The end near, knocking at the door
He made one simple last request
For the bottle of Dom
He had been saving it for such as this
A special occasion like none other
And as he sat there, propped on a pillow
Awaiting the Reaper's call
His family looked on in wonder
Was it bravado, one last wish
Had the old chap finally gone mad
With a twinkle in his eye
He looked around laughing
"Drink up, lads, and tarry not
This is no time for long faces
Or to be sad at the day
All is well, better, in fact
Than it has any right to be
I might be going, boys,
But look at me now...
I am dying well beyond my means"

We are all equal but we’re individually different
and able to reach the impossible if we try.

angelblueyes
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since 2003-07-19

Posts 2148
Oklahoma

1 posted 2003-09-05 01:44 PM

Ringo, this so speaks volumes.I had a German English Teacher my sophmore and junior year.She died my junior year and wanted her ashes spread over her home land. She left us all a note that after the funeral we were to all have a party at her house instead of going to a cemetery where here headsttone would be here for her memory.Thanks for letting me remeber this wonderful lady again.