My Eulogy
I stumbled across the notice today,
A name familiar from back in the day.
A high school face, blurred by time’s gray brush,
Yet his story recalled, stirring thought’s hush.
Achievements listed, milestones carved in stone,
A life in bullet points, a legacy alone.
Still, beyond the words, the essence remained,
A question lingered—how will mine be framed?
I traced other obituaries, lives in review,
Each one a mirror, reflecting what’s true.
Then I thought, my breath caught by surprise,
An obituary stripped bare, simplistic and wise.
No need for acclaim, no medals to claim,
Just existence itself, not bound by fame.
For in being, we love, we struggle, we strive,
In being, we truly come alive.
So, when my time comes and the ink starts to fade,
Write no stories of deeds I’ve displayed.
Let my eulogy proclaim life's eternal pause,
Simply write: He no longer is—He was...
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Mickey Grubb
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