Time keeps digging you a deeper grave.
I know you can't see the gray like I do.
We could never battle on the same side.
They say I should keep you six feet under.
I keep shoveling you out of your grave.
I know I should put the shovel down.
I am in battle to the ticking of time.
I know I can't win that battle alone.
It's time I covered you with gray.
I've traded the shovel for a pen.
I wrote our eulogy today.
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Author:
Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2022 09:15
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow! Lovely poem! The line "traded the shovel for a pen" was so symbolic of passing on from a deceased loved one, especially for us poets. Good job on this piece! 💖👍
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it. The line "I've traded the shovel for a pen", was my favorite line to write.
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