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Reflections of a Corpse
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Lois Corcoran |
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I find myself a thoughtful corpse
Reflecting on the life I had.
I'd always been afraid to die
But now I know it's not so bad.
So here I lay all fixed up nice.
A gathering is taking place.
The friends I had and family, too,
Come one by one to see my face.
They say I look so natural.
Morticians really know their stuff.
I tried so hard to get that look
And heaven knows I spent enough.
I hear them say how great I was,
How well I'd lived my life to date.
How come you people never told
me all this stuff before my fate?
The eulogy's a bit too long.
The speaker has a deadpan face.
As funeral's go, this one's the pits.
If I weren't dead, I'd leave this place.
But soon they'll lay me in the ground
Where lovely daffodils will bloom.
I hope no birdies defecate
Upon my unsuspecting tomb.
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--Submitted by tootsie on 2012-01-27.
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JREID8119:
very cool perspective. i liked the flow of the poem. very easy read. nice phrasing and context too. two thumbs up
Posted 03/23/2015 02:01 PM
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martin1223:
departing again from the grave shadow play
Posted 12/25/2012 02:26 AM
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martin1223:
departing again from the grave shadow play
Posted 12/25/2012 02:24 AM
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