Being naked
shouldn’t always be quiet
Baring one’s soul sometimes requires
extreme measures; a hard on.
When you’re dead; you’re stark naked
and someone else has to dress you.
Getting you ready for the wake.
Now that’s silence; with a limp one.
2009 © TS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny great little poem-its ironic squirrels save their nuts for hard times thanks for the giggle avaniceone