Lone Dog


A Problem With Living Too Long - Poem by Lone Dog

A godlier man, there never lived -
My dear old Uncle Fred,
And throngs should fill the funeral home
When word comes that he's dead.

For the numbers at the funeral home
Are a measure of one's worth;
The sum of all the lives one's touched
While here upon the earth.

But few will visit the funeral home
When my Uncle passes on,
For he's lived so long that those he's touched
Are already dead and gone.


Comments about A Problem With Living Too Long by Lone Dog

  • Rookie Paul Cutting (9/5/2009 10:24:00 AM)

    thank you, that was very nice of you to clear that up for Uncle Fred,

    very good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011


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