NOT DEAD YET
Is this the day of my demise?
Is this the day I needn’t rise?
The tendency to roost in bed
belies the fact I aint yet dead.
Induced to rise by bladders call
tells me it’s not the end at all.
The summons of the judgement day
will not be served on me today.
The reaper with his scythe and hood
has shuffled off and so he should.
Still closed above is heaven’s gate
the big long box can sit and wait.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2017 00:34
- Comment from author about the poem: A more humerous poem for a change. Plus a picture of one of my sculptures which I make from driftwood. The site doesn't seem to like my English spelling of humerous - ah well.
- Category: Humor
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Comments12
Elegantly funny -- phoenix
Thanks Phoenix
Thanks MICHAEL ~ I like a bit of HUMOUR to dispel the GLOOMER ! I always look at the obituries in the TIMES and If I'm not in them ~ I know I'm still alive ~ even though I'm only ONE-THIRD through my life (33) I hope ! Love the drift wood sculpting ~ very popular on the South East Coast ~ Please check my SNOWDROPS POEM ~ Thanks BRIANt
Love it great write, love the sculptor as well
Thanks Kathy Brian and Tony
You never cease to amaze! Great sculpture!
One word.... superb
I love this poem..
Well done Michael..
Really appreciate your kind encouragement WBL and PH
Whimsical and wonderful.ww
Cheers WW
:0) love the humor intertwined with the wait for the long box - great poetry!
Thanks Janet - I love your poem and hope you will be posting more.
Lovely humor amazes mind. This is really wonderful.
This poem is very fun giving. Humor is wonderfully expressed in every line. Really this is very interesting one.
Thanks again Pintu - I must admit it's one of my favourites.
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