Death Poem Poem by MARINA GIPPS
Death Poem
Somebody died shamefully and left me all their money.
And so it was, I tried to live just like them
Only to die just as wrecklessly.
I was a ghost for Halloween
All forty-one years of my life
Gathered for all soul’s day.
No one questioned my motives.
it was ok it had a lot of meaning to it but its just i like poems that rhyme no offense like your poem was good but i just more or a rhymeing kinda person
very nice poem Marina, most people are answering wrong question in their life..no body to ask right one..i also wrote death poem..read any time
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:12:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I like your poem better. It has a depth and a twist at the end. Money matters little, especially during the gathering of one's soul on All Saints Day due to reckless living. Nice write. Sincerely, William