WE WRITE POEMS
We've been asked to write our own epitaph but it's hard to take an epitaph seriously because, obviously, it is never going to be needed!
CARVED IN STONE
WISHING
IT COULD LAST FOREVER,
COULDN'T
MAKE IT SO.
I
CAME, I SAW, I LAUGHED A LOT
AND
THEN I HAD TO GO.
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YOUR DADDY!
Harry wasn't yet quite three
When he was over in Fiji.
He loved to dance, he loved to sing;
The feet could stamp; the arms could swing.
What a pity he wont recall
How he traveled there and had a ball!
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9 comments:
Simple and true ...I came I saw I love..then I had to die...
"Laughing," that is so key!! Well said, Rinkly!! :)'s
Love to laugh!
I went with a tad more detail:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/we-write-poems-114-engraved.html
I absolutely love your epitaph! Keep it light, Rinkly!
carved nicely with a smile...thanks for sharing your words
It suits you. Harry will probably remember a lot more than you think. But it made a cute poem.
Thanks for playing along! I suspect that ending might be as fine a gift as beginning is. Forever, that just seems so big! (And I'm only "this much" tall.)
neil
Loved the epitaph. I could not settle on one, so there's a pick and choose list! Yours was so funny, succinct, and rockin' the prompt. Amy
hdwoonie23@gmail.com
Oops, that's someone else's address. Meant to leave a link!
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/20/how-i-left-it-epitaph-for-we-write-poems/
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