When we die

When we die
Hell meets high water,
The Heavens grow taller,
Flowers assail coffins
In their cheerless fodder;
And children get older,
As they say goodbye to dad;
Meadows grow greener,
The plover sings deeper,
While deer eat tastier
Blades of grass.
Death spawns life,
And a longtime neighbor
Out of grief,
Finally gets that piece of a*s.

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Even poem about death can be funny. Your super dry humor make this poem really hilarious .