I was at the graveyard about noon
Then I heard a voice saying, "I'll see you soon",
I then started questioning myself why
And frighteningly I thought, was I going to die.
That night I tried my best to go to sleep
But, I kept thinking that my soul wasn't mine to keep,
Then I looked out upon the moon
As I remembered the voice saying, "I'll see you soon"
That night for me was filled with only fear
Was my death I thought, really that near,
Upon me was their placed a wicked curse
And tomorrow, would I be in my Honda, or instead a hearse
I went to the graveyard the very next day
At the grave of my mother I then began to pray,
Weeds around my mom's grave I then began to prune
I then told her, "I guess I'll be seeing you soon".
Inside the office I went to purchase myself a burial plot
What else could I do, was my only thought,
I then saw Deborah eating icecream with a spoon
She smiled and said to me, "I told you that I'll see you soon".
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem