My Epitaph - Poem by JENIE FRANKSAY
when i will be dead,
tears they'll shed.
on the day of funeral,
i will start my travel
to the almighty.
confined in a coffin pretty.
on my grave will be an epitaph,
in golden words- twenty or half.
'here lies a poetess,
whose life became a mess.
so she left the world
leaving behind poems pearled.'
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