Condolences for Rays death

Condolences for Rays death

A Story by Ray Hamilton

 

 

 

 

 

Condolences for Ray's death

 

 

There it was, the death notice in the post office.

The obituary in the paper read,

long time resident of Morrisburg.

Ray was a well liked man,

who could often be found helping others.

Ray was often seen, cutting fire wood.

I could go on, but let me explain.

 

In the small town of Morrisburg and surrounding area

there are, or should I say, were four Raymond Hamilton's

For me over the years, it was easy to tell.

I got their bills!

There drivers licence, and many other things.

 

That's why I go as Ray.

As luck would have it,

one had their birthday in the same month.

Different day, but the same month.

Like me, one has no middle initial.

Things sure got confusing.

 

Going to the collection agency at first got trying,

but over the years, I could get it straitened out over the phone.

 

Even getting a bank loan things showed up,

although frustrating it only takes a few minutes,

to get it straitened out.

As many times as I have been in the

bank the past three years, now they just ignore it.

They know who I am.

 

Getting a phone call,

from one of my friends the other day,

telling me he was sorry to hear I was dead,

certainly was surprising.

 

Before she started getting the calls.

I thought I should call my sister to let her know,

I wasn't a corpse.

 

Well not yet, I'm still breathing.

 

Apparently I still have a purpose on this earth,

or I would not be here.

 

By
Ray Hamilton
Not a poet and I know it!

 

© Copyright 5 / 2008
All rights Reserved

 
Please Visit Me at The Poet's Nest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Ray Hamilton


Author's Note

Ray Hamilton
Just some true humor I thought you would enjoy

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And I did enjoy it. Really a true story?
The repetition of 'get it straitened out' stood out a little to me. Don't know if this was intentional or not. And should 'mouth' be 'month'?
I liked the occasional subtle rhymes.
I don't know if any of us are given a purpose but I am sure we can give our lives meaning if we want to.
Good job!


Posted 16 Years Ago


I like this, love the humor, it's cute most enjoyable read. Myabe I ought to write my obit, Like that picture.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Thanks, Ray---and I'll vouch for you, in case there are any doubts. Indeed you have a purpose. Sam

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Ray Hamilton
Ray Hamilton

Morrisburg Ontario Canada, Canada



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