My Epitaph Poem by Walid Boureghda

My Epitaph



Lonely was I in my cursed previous life.
Stronger am I now beneath this lovely tomb.
Life's but a play rehearsed once in the womb,
Replayed again till stabbed by a knife
And here lies my spirit to the day of doom.
May here know I the truest rest, not in the former gloom.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Whispering Rose 07 November 2011

brilliant write...depicts a hard life and the hope for a better after one keep up the good work

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Saadat Tahir 28 April 2011

Greeko-roman dark... nice depiction of age old dilemmas cheers

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Dan Tharp 22 April 2006

May we all know the truest rest... dan

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