Every woman surely dies
And leaves behind a purse;
And though it’s not as elegant,
As any streetside hearse,
It would work as well as any
Box, required to do it
They’d bury her inside if there
Were just a few more cubits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti, this is one of your shortest poems. It is one of my favourites. Just perfect. Into the favourites box it goes...It's a smallish box but one day will make someone happy.