dont read this

edgar allan pottatoe

I wonder where we go when we're gone 

we don't bring belongings or money

we don't bring pasts, labels, or fame 

why do we care  so much about these things

is it so we will be remembered when we die 

so our lives our, accomplishments aren't buried 6 feet down 

with our bones and rotting flesh  while our  

family squabbles and turns to animals

over money, we worked for all our lives

when they didn't care when we were frail 

all they wanted was money 

  • Author: edgar allan pottatoe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2021 11:03
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 41
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  • Lorna

    That's a question for the ages...... and if you can't take the money with you, someone will be squabbling about it when we're gone.....

  • orchidee

    I read a notice that said: 'This is a Private Notice. Please do not read it'
    Doh! lol.

  • Paul Bell

    This is why I'm taking my money into the Pyramid with me when I die.

  • dusk arising

    There are more rewarding investments than money and goods in this life. Do we take any with us.... neither of us know..... yet.



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