Ned Flanders Poet Rhyme

All Our Epitaphs

All our Epitaphs 
Lord only knows. 

May my God make me worthy and my Devil make me fine. 
For both they are at odds to own this soul of mine. 
For though I"m never good at ever being bad, 
I have this Cross to bare that makes me very sad. 
If I could sell a fish or two a wealthy man I"d be, 
some dough and bread to make, like a man from Galilee. 
If I could tell a tale to catch a crowds attention 
would I be lost for words, beyond all comprehension 
could you believe my tale, that beggars all belief 
a story oh so tall about a Joker and a Thief... 

                  You and I 
                   will die. 
                 Hopefully above 
                   or else we"ll fry. 

                      Amen.

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Karen Croft February 18, 2011 at 2:03 PM i've been reading alot of epitaphs lately makes me want to sit and write one for myself. I like your style and rhyme--Karen

John Rhinem July 22, 2010 at 10:29 AM Smile ~ "Linkin Park"--Very nice reflection within ones lifes perhaps, experiences amid the flesh and souls ever wonderings towards the potential day to come in regardss to heaven and hell and, where will the final moment of temporals passings finally lead....Smile, my own take upon this profoundly spoken write--"Great Job"--"Much Love & Warmth Always To You & Yours," John!:) ~