We enter with nothing
Not even clothes on our backs.
You we strive to earn everything
As the years pass.
Then we leave
In sickness or health
And the funeral home provides
Our lifeless carcasses with clothes
Soiled by breath of the dead
But as the soulless
Maggots feed on our corpses
Don't they eat away the clothes too?
We are left with nothing
Only now wealthy heirs
Who don't even put flowers on our grave.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
