FOR SALE: A LIFE - ONLY ONE...CAREFUL OWNER.
He was pretending
to be
alive
now that he was dead.
He tried on
his life
& it felt more real
than it had originally done.
His life
fitted him(somehow) better
this time
‘round.
Being dead
gave life an edge
it hadn't had
when he was alive.
God...his funeral
was boring
as hell.
And in this rain.
He would have left
if he had a choice.
But now
he had the choice
of only no
choice.
He took off
his life again
& laid it gently
over a nearby tombstone
got back
into the grave
(he was tired of it
all now)
& thought he
would like to sleep
for a long
long time.
I think my mother must have felt that way when she died..... Ruthie
I thought this was a quirky look at death.If you have the time try 'Headstones'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A simple message to life with a mystical touch. Only a spiritual initiated person crosses the border and to seeing beyond the material. Thanks for sharing. Loved reading it cause it reminded me of my years in Ireland.xx Antje