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In The Mortuary

When I lay in the mortuary, 
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary, 
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions. 
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep. 
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep. 
When I lay in the mortuary, 
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/19/2019 9:10:00 PM
If there is any hint of truth in this at all, I don't think your life will be dull for long, Khadidja... Although , you may want to consider the old chinese curse "May you lead an interesting life".
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Date: 10/26/2019 7:49:00 AM
This is soul wonderful poetry, Khaddija! Your muse mind is anything but dull and ordinary. This is my maiden voyage into your treasure trove of thoughts and feelings. Splendid poem. An aurora bright write. May love light your path in life always. Romantic Warrior
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