Thursday, June 20, 2024

RETURN ME TO THE EARTH


When I die don't entomb me
Don't put my body, my, earthly shell, in a box.
Don't put that box in the ground.
Return me to the Earth.

I worry about where I will end up.
Both literally and figuratively
It keeps me awake at night.
Return me to the Earth.

A nice fluffy cloud.
With a pink hue?
Who says clouds can't be pink?
This is my rhyme.
I'll write what I choose.
But before my spirit moves on.
Return me to the Earth.

Lucie and I were a team.
That's for sure.
Our spirits will be together forever.
Return us to the Earth.

A tree.
Near a library.
That's where I want  to be
Lucie, well, she is a dog.
(The last time I saw her was in my library's storeroom.)
She liked trees.
Return us to the Earth.

I want my life to have meant something.
I was here.
I want to give back to my community
My final good deed.
Return me to the Earth.
Plant a tree.

(And  when you are done party on.)







 

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