There was a time
when pockets were
never
empty
and worrying
about
paying bills
was never an issue
But the grave has
been dug
and I must lay
here
while dirt slowly
covers my
feet
knees
wrists
arms
face
leaving no trace
that a man
thrived
on this spot
where daisies
now grow
I think I like the title better than the poem itself..it would be a good title for a collection
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