An Epitaph

March 29, 2011
By kaperesque SILVER, South Plainfield, New Jersey
kaperesque SILVER, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"You can put your mouth on my goldfish Mark," James O'Connor

Oh reader, friend, why could you not
Help a man who’d been left to rot
So alone, I had no wife
A joke I was, my entire life.

I do not blame you, although I’m sure
You saw my sorrow, more and more,
And chose, so cruel, to hope, pretend
My life was far from horrid end.

Yes you knew, I’m sure you did
Although you kept a tight shut lid
Asking not what had me down
Inquiring why my face did frown.

Why but a simple touch, a heartfelt speech,
Could have pulled me from Death’s cold reach.
But no such luck, you didn’t care
Although to you, my soul lay bare.

You let me down, though the rope I hung
Brought me closer to the eternal sun
And as I swayed, feet off the floor
I’m sure your eye watched through my door.

You should’ve found me, seen my pain-
But I died alone… you never came…
If only we’d had the chance to meet
Crossed our paths, out on the street…

So you should feel no sorrow, friend so dear
My death was not your fault at all
Twas fate chose not to interfere
And stay my soul from eternal fall.

The author's comments:
This was for english, we had to write an epitaph in first person.

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