My Body Will Get No Coffin Poem by Vitaly Petrovich
My Body Will Get No Coffin
My body will get no coffin,
A box is ok to carry it off in.
It's better spend money on old rare whiskey,
Her future unknown and so much risky,
And up she must climb, forever not sink -
Encourage my soul by farewell drink!
And up she must climb, forever not sink - Encourage my soul by farewell drink! envisioning death like this. a very good poem. in short verses you are picturing a reality.. reality of death. thank you for your powerful poem. tony
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5/2/2024 6:05:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Picturesque poem! Rising dirge. Very imaginative!