Prompt:
Shakespeare’s epitaph reads:
“Good friend, for Jesus’ sake, forebear
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man who spares these stones,
and cursed be he, who moves my bones.”
For today, write your own epitaph. It can be to a person or a thing. It can be serious or funny. It can be short or long.
My Poem:
I’m sorry cookie, I really am
It wasn’t my fault, It was sam.
She forced me to eat you
…..and the rest of your family too.
LOL Like i said. Some oare better then others :)
YOU ARE READING
A day is all I need......
PoetryApril is national poetry month. And these are the poems I wrote. One for everyday of the month.
