It's Never Too Late To Start Something New It's Just Waiting For You, Poem Of The Day!

A Mockery

to the other people on my bus

our destinations differ, but

while we share this liminal space,

between here and there,

not really anywhere,

may we find a modicum of

peace in the reality that we

are moving, and that we

move together.

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Also whoever smells like barbeque should know it is delightful and I hope their meal is nice.

Bittersweet

Clean

Sleep

It Works!

Freeze Warning

bury me with my money

Bury me with acorns,

Don't bury me in a box.

If you must, bury me in

A shroud of cotton.

Bury me in a simple shift

Don't bury me in a suit;

My rising will not be a formal affair.

Don't wear your best to

See me off.

Wear what you can get dirty.

You'll be spreading the mulch

On my gravesite.

Bury me with grave goods,

So if I am discovered by

Archeologists someday,

They will know I was loved.

Bury me with flowers,

But don't bury me with fresh roses.

Nay, plant on me perennials,

So you can still see me every year.

Finally, bury me with a stone marker,

But don't spend a fortune.

Carve for me the name I chose,

No matter what others may call me.

Bury me under sturdy granite,

So I can yet leave my mark

On something set for years.

While you may not see me,

These marks will be my gift to you.

Bury me with my money,

But the riches of the things I hold

Most dear.