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Short Death And Taxes Poems

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Death and Taxes
Now that I'm dead I can finally relax,
worry free of April 15th and filing my income tax.




3-22-17...

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Categories: death and taxes, anxiety, death, humor, money,
Form: Epigram



Premium Member Probabilities of Life
We want a sure thing,
But all we're really sure of
Are death and taxes.
...

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Categories: death and taxes, humorous, life,
Form: Haiku
Death and Taxes
Memory kills time,
as time kills life…

Faster than a paid assassin,
colder than a dream that’s stolen

—surer than the tax man knows

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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Categories: death and taxes, death,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Perenial Question and Answer


Asked what most they feared
Death or Taxes, Americans answered
Death, without fear or comment. 
Think they were told: Death occurs
once, taxes are an annual event.

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Categories: death and taxes, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Death and Taxes
To the earth below my end commences
and have committed life’s last offences.
  But not even death will save
    me from taxes in the grave
and now I can’t deduct living expenses!


            Written: March 2014...

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Categories: death and taxes, death, fun,
Form: Limerick



Life Is Sweet
Life is short…
    Plan ahead…
    Take time…
    Don’t procrastinate…

Life is sweet…
    Spread love everywhere.
    Tell others you love them often.
    Give love away, share…

Life is uncertain…
    Tomorrow never comes.
    Graves come in all sizes…
    Nothing is sure but death and taxes.

Life is fragile…
    Handle with care.
    Forgive daily.
    Breathe a prayer....

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Categories: death and taxes, life,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Frame
THE FRAME

Walking along a mountain trail
We came upon this simple frame
So scant and weathered leaning
Logs peeled and frail

An old canteen
Side a dry creek
Some empty cans
Held pork and beans

Just rocks and sticks
The small clearing
Had been ravaged
By nature’s licks

We stood a spell
Imagining 
(cabin complete)
(retreat - to dwell)

In days long gone
What was the change
Death or taxes?
Then we moved on...

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Categories: death and taxes, change,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things