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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

Published inPoetry