Ode to the LivingA Poem by Ed RectorA poem for the one's who lay with the dead
Ah to lay down ones head and lay amongst the dead.
To cease in existence and free yourself from dread, To stop ones wonder only to ponder of the desist, To lay down ones notions of lifes mighty burdens And view where all our fates end no matter of sin. This you will surley find in the cemetery minds That have yet to be buried below, and oh no, oh no, If you ye think to be one to surpass the dead And be an immortal in thought, I laugh at thee, And say good day, for your obviously rather distraught. For the ones I see in cemeteries, are more often than not, The ones buried before their time and chosen to rot. There are those however, who choose to take up that spot And lay down their heads and lay amongst the dead To view anothers misfortune, to forget their own And lay just to think of how a life once was. Oh, what lives did play that no longer do today. Like a baby girl that died just two months in, Or of a grandfather whos son had forgotten him. But this be not an ode to the sorrows of the dead This be one to those that lay amongst them in life And give praise to the misfortune of deaths scythe. © 2008 Ed RectorReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 Last Updated on February 20, 2008 AuthorEd RectorSanta Cruz, CAAboutskateboard, write, lyrics/ poetry, play the guitar and am looking for a shorty. more..Writing
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