Good Life Poem by Edwin Hopper

Good Life



Men are working.
Girls are singing.
Kids are playing.

Sun is shining.
Gran is baking.
Gramps is snoring.

Sitting by the bed,
when Daddy was dead,
Mummy cried and said,
Its been a good life Ted.

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,love
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