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Lone Dog


A Problem With Living Too Long


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.

Submitted: Saturday, September 05, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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  • 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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