“You’ve been a good friend to me.” — Teresums
If it is your wish to remember me,
Remember me when you are 60
And I am gone.
Gone except for my shrunken head
That you obscenely choose to hang
By a cheap hemp cord
From your car’s rear view mirror
Because it amuses you to watch me bob
In profoundly glaring disapproval
At the indignity of your
Triumphant, cackling laughter
For having lived to bury me.
If it is your wish to remember me,
Remember me when you are 60,
And I am gone.
Then and only then do the gods, my dear,
Begin permitting we mortals such weighty observations
As “You were a good person for me to know”.
Maybe die a little faster? Couldn’t make a lady wait like that would you? 😀
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That is NOT a good idea!
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Interesting, softly melancholy, poem. So 60 is the magic age, is it? Reminds me of a limerick I once wrote. It is entitled “The Sexagenarian.” runs off to post it on her blog
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Gotta check out your blog now!
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