Epitaph Poem by Barry Middleton
Epitaph
My final day is done,
all the seeds are sown.
Let rain resolve my ash
I want no pompous stone.
I need no fancy words
these few will suffice,
burn them with my bones
for I have paid the price.
I claim a shady spot
beneath a stalwart tree.
I want it near a stream,
for there I can be free.
I want a southern sun
to filter through the leaves
to guard my quiet repose
beneath a spectral breeze.
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