Moving Up In The World - Poem by Roger Costello
Each time a relative passes away,
I move up the Death List that very same day.
Month after Month I move nearer the top.
There is only one way It will ever stop.
As I become the Oldest on the family tree,
I can feel all there eyes looking at me.
They dont mean to do it,
but do it they do.
Just wait and see when It happens to you..
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