Plastic Flowers Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Just a little info in passing that the world or perhaps the entire universe might be interested in:

Today I have made a decision to gussy up your grave site a bit by what may be considered by some enhancements (as a visual relief) to such scenes so morbid, grotesque and foreboding to behold

Being well aware of your oft said phrase that we all must breathe, eat and eventually die, expire or otherwise pass away...with a few additional activities pursued along the way, to go with the aforementioned, be them of vital importance or just the things we do from time to time

The options of life being extremely limited: we all must get older or die now, not that this is always our choice, certainly not, as we may be afflicted with some horrendous disease or be victim of a most unfortunate accident (inflicted by someone that may do such things to us) or maybe an event of some natural occurrence

I am so relieved that you brought this up, it being such a difficult and awkward subject for many with no proof either way, until today, late nite tv is not a complete waste of time as is expressed by some

While watching my television very late at nite I happened upon an obscure and distant tv channel which offered plastic flowers that are for all graves (dogs, cats or any other animal) at a drastically reduced price, on a close out sale.

I became astonished and in wonderment because at that exact moment I am thinking how can I get rid of the depressing, despairing and desolate visual now existing at your grave site

Gripped by enthusiasm and joy I listened with baited breath and restless tension as the commercial unfolded, six vivid colors, will not fade or crack or your money back.... what magnificent timing

Hallelujah, I'll take it...! ! ! ... infused with wild delight

Getting older is a very bad habit... indeed...

Your final resting place is now vivid and bright. not to mention in addition two magnificent pink plastic flamingos I added to complete the grand ensemble