Friday, 28 June 2013

When Death Comes

When death comes,
The room you were always going to finish 
Stays the way it is.
The grandchildren miss out on you
The garden has grown wild and untamed,
And you will never get to it
They will all miss you
But you won't know or care.
There'll be nothing to resist,
No problems to fix,
No one to be disappointed in,
No one at all, 

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