Moving Up In The World Poem by Roger Costello

Moving Up In The World



Each time a relative passes away,
I move up the Death List that very same day.
Month after Month I move nearer the top.
There is only one way It will ever stop.

As I become the Oldest on the family tree,
I can feel all there eyes looking at me.
They dont mean to do it,
but do it they do.

Just wait and see when It happens to you..

Saturday, October 8, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: comedy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Having a drink with relatives after funeral.Not a nice sensation.
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Roger Costello

Roger Costello

West London G.B.
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