Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

The Pharoahs Stuff - Poem by Saint Eule

Oh Tut! Where is thy stuff
Not in the eternal abode.

The things you hoarded
are in a museum.

If you get a ticket
anyone can see um.

What is a pyramid
but a maze of deceit.

Riches and blossoms
were laid at your feet.

All that remains
is a shard of cloth.

Eaten by the worms
and the wooly moth.

The spirit is all that remains-
These earthly belongings were just chains.

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/10/2013 8:23:00 PM)

    earthly belongings are not ours, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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