In the End
dead in a box
burned to ash
turned to dust
lost at sea
frozen on a mountain
top
turned into soil
mulch
decay
what a way
yeah, no …
none of it
sounds any good
to me
much rather be
a l i v e
and well
sipping tea
with a good book
in my hand
the sound of the rain
falling down
the smell of vegetable soup
on the stove
your pets warm and dry
by your side
daisies in a vase
and everybody you know
and love
still alive
still coming home
not alone
TL