David McLansky

Freshman - 896 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

To My Ex-Wife - Poem by David McLansky

When I am dead within my grave;
My memory fixed by stone engraved;
Purchase not adjoining plot
To lie beside me as I rot;
Denied in life a bedded wife
And subject to much daily strife;
I refuse to bear that last offense
To lie in death with such pretense;
I who learned to sleep alone
Without your love within our home,
Found final peace in lonely rest
And came to know that I was blessed;
Nor would I like a boring worm,
A journeying slug, a wandering germ,
To intermingle our remains;
You who married just for name.

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  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/26/2013 7:04:00 AM)

    a fun-filled satire, delightful read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013


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