|Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 11, 2018 at 2:50 AM|
The Grave Stone
Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big
full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have
chipped in it looked costly.
I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay
for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.
I`m hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live
Longer than expected. You never know with people like me
I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up
In the morning, eat breakfast and take my medicine
and as usual, I`m grumpy, complaining I don`t laugh much
but I`m here to everyone’s chagrin.