#365 When The Green Grass Covers Me - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
When the green grass covers me,
Though the year is yet a mystery,
Who'll wipe my stone on bended knee
And drop one tear per memory?
When the green grass seals me in,
The earth won't sputter nor cease to spin,
But who, I wonder, will save a grin
While pondering old times again.
Who'll read these lines of poetry
When the green grass covers me?
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