BELOW THE GROUND

Below the ground a sound is stirring

dead people's thoughts re - occurring

they wonder why their lives were ended

with so much left unattended

and why they had to give up the ghost

ending up as rot or toast

 

but life goes on, so hush you souls

dwelling deep with worms and moles

the answer lies inside the soil

the results of endless earthly toil.

life after death

◄ CULTURE SHOCKS

ANOTHER DAY IN SOFAWORLD ►

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raypool

Wed 28th Sep 2016 19:27

Thanks David, Tony and Stu for commenting on this grim piece. These thoughts gain significance at a later age!
If we poets can't find an answer, who the hell can?

Ray

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Stu Buck

Wed 28th Sep 2016 14:59

and why they had to give up the ghost

ending up as rot or toast

love this. excellent, succinct poem.

Tony Hill

Wed 28th Sep 2016 08:53

The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think there do embrace.

AM's couplet came to mind when I read your poem, Ray.
I may have misquoted!

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