EPITAPH

[Dreamcatcher]

The cold of an aged December,
chilled the marrow of my bones.
For this would be the last one,
this old body would condone.

As waning time speeds by,
lost days blur into another.
Eternal rest soon to be coming,
tranquility will be like no other.

Peace at last will be mine.
blissful solitude in paradise.
A heavenly sun shining down,
freed spirit lifting to the skies.

I anticipate that peaceful shore,
and to be in the place I oughta,
Pack my bags, fill up my car,
I'm on my way to Ensenada.

[bloodredtears]

ok...i'm not sure what Ensenada is...but that was good poem

[SilverEyes]

Nice write, it has a calming effect.

[Persephone]

The humor lost me. Interesting piece though.

[Celestial]

I like it. Very nice poem though I don't see where the humor came in but that's just me. either way I like it.

[NeverMore]

I sat back with this on my screen for a few minutes, reading it over and over. I can not speak for what you meant when you wrote it, but for me, it is like being tired of the struggles that go with all this around us. I have tried to say this a few times in my works. I think you did a far better job then any of the times I attempted it. I do not see the humor in here, but I guess that depends on the reader. Very thought provoking and very intense.. my kind of poem to read! Thank you.. good job!