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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
I don't know what you would call this, and don't much rightly care. It seems presumptuous to call it a poem, and prose seems too esteemed a term. It's just a thought, really, and here it is for what it's worth. I only hope it will be to a heavy heart like the first warm day of an early Spring.
A Thousand and One Good Things Happened Today
By WT Sharpe
He died,
And no one noticed.
Save those who secretly sighed relief
To be free from the daily recitation
Of his thousand and one complaints.
Some say life continues
Beyond the body's demise.
I'm not that wise to know, but
If so, his thousand and one complaints
The saints must now suffer.
Or perhaps his remonstrances
Now torment Beelzebub;
It's all the same to me:
I'm free.
At least for now.
And Glory be,
If death be oblivion,
Liberated eternally
From ever again hearing
Those thousand and one damned complaints.
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Excellent Tom. Absolutely this is a poem!! You wouldn't believe what some pass off as poems.
And a great one too!
I love it!
and good title!