Possawat Piankij


High Time He Rested - Poem by Possawat Piankij

A senile man is sitting in his favorite chair,
Thinking of burdens which he used to bear:
Working, cooking, financial problems and so fourth.
Now, it's time he took a rest;
There's nothing for him to quest.

Not time he learnt the most complex Mathematical sentence.
Not time he longed for revenge or abhorrence.
Not time he helped his daughter make a Halloween pumkin,
But it's high time he rested forever in his coffin.


- J.P. Millcoln -


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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/4/2013 10:59:00 PM)

    rested for ever. thanks. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 6, 2013


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