Ghost Writer
This is as close to death
is I would care to come.
I was visiting a friend
in the graveyard
under the noon day sun.
The last time I’ve seen him alive
he had bounced a few checks.
Because he owed me some money
I came to give him my opinion
and pay my last respects.
I know he’s somewhere laughing
because he doesn’t have to
make good on the check
I was on my way out
of the grave yard
when I tripped on the root
of an old oak tree.
As I pick myself up
I was praying please Lord.
Tell me you don’t have
a nice piece of real estate
waiting for me.
There was a large gray tombstone
in the shade under the tree.
Seeing that it was not meant for me,
I went closer to see what I could see.
And this is what I read.
The fact that I have never
been published, is a shame.
For the world, and the universe
will never know my name.
As proof of my existence
I’ll leave my pen behind.
For the next inspired poet
who will follow in our line.
Please consider this epitaph
as my final eulogy.
As the words on this tombstone
have been written painfully by me.
Remember always
Write what’s in your heart,
and rewrite with your head.
Describe, description
And pay homage to the dead.
Honor this resting place
and all those who know it.
For this plot is filled
with the words
of an unknown poet.
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