They Found Me This Morning Poem by Ray Hansell

I didn't wake up the other morning
They found me on my bed
That's when I heard someone say
I do believe he's dead

I felt a hand touch my skin
Someone said he's cold
Another person said, that's too bad
Because he doesn't look that old

It's funny but as I lay there
I could hear what they were saying
Their words rang so crystal clear
Like a song that was playing

I didn't wake up the other morning
They found me on my bed
But I thought to myself how strange
Because I can hear every word that's said

So was I really dead
Or was it just a dream?
I'll have to wait and see
What all this really means


11-26-17/RjH