I’ve been a ghost for centuries.
Qualified by experience.
No diplomas or degrees
but plenty of self confidence.
Although I died quite suddenly.
Beheading does not take too long
I just accepted readily
the choice of sides I made was wrong.
I lived my life as best I could
like other men I made mistakes.
And did not do the things I should
One wrong decision all it takes.
Although a failure as a man.
I am a most successful ghost
I do the very best I can
Although I am not one to boast.
I take a pride in what I do
I can appear and disappear
(I’m one of the accomplished few)
to fill a humans heart with fear.
I’ve haunted stately homes with pride
I’ve walked abroad without my head
Through solid walls I quickly glide
I am enjoying being dead.
Alive I earned but small respect
in fact nobody noticed me.
But now in my ghostly aspect.
I’m treated most respectfully.
Some day I know I must move on
but I can feel no urgency.
Although my dearest friends have gone.
A ghost is all I want to be.
I’ve been a ghost for centuries.
I find it suits me very well.
I do exactly as I please
The skills I have I freely sell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, Ivor. You're such a good story teller -and an awesome poet, of course! Keep writing, please! : D