Die Hard



When asked the ways I'd like to die
I always find a reason why
Fond memories I'll always keep
Of Grandpa dying in his sleep
He went without a fuss
Not screaming and shouting like people on his bus
One thing to be avoided if one can
Is being shot by an irate man
There are many ways to leave this life
But not being caught in flagrante with his wife
At my wake no doubt my folk
Will tell anecdotes and joke
About me being sorely missed
Amid merrymaking and getting drunk
But perhaps one kindly sole will say
He used to write for PoetBay





Poetry by Toonist The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-05 at 13:52

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good and interesting write , Tooist.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-07-16


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
You can depend on me to be that kindly sole...and be assured
I will happily join you down below where we will drink our
memories away

xxx

The Bard Stan
2011-06-05


countryfog
Being "of a certain age" this is something I too think about . . . wondering what memories my children and grandchildren will have. It occurs to me that perhaps I haven't taught them all that much in my years, but in some way I can't (and don't want to) know, I will teach them how to die. I can only hope to do it well.
2011-06-05