Ghost
Amy McClure 1971 (Oklahoma City)
Do you ever hear of someone's death
And wonder if you are next
Or see a funeral procession go by
And wonder if your next to die
Have you ever seen a Hertz
And wondered who
And if the next passenger will be you
View a graveyard all marble and stone
And know underneath is just skin and bone
The people weep
The crittters creep
Feasting upon the bodies deep
You think of life
The toil the strife
You think of your kids
And your loving wife
Do you still have time
To make this life divine
Or have you wasted it all
That’s such a crime
Before death comes for you
Can you still make all your dream come true?
Or in the end are you left a fool
Will it come quick
And unexpected surprise
Or will you have a slow suffering demise
Either way everyone dies
It will always be far too soon
It always is
Its always Doom
One day you wake
But dead you lay
And in the casket they put you away
He was so young
They will rage
Or will you live to a ripe old age
Your wife will cry
And wonder why
And you children will thank you
As they say goodbye
A life erase
He is in a better place
they will say
You helplessly watch
As they pray
You hope you lived your life so well
You hope you are not on your way to hell
You wish to do it all over again
So much you would change
Its too late
It’s the end
Pastor preaches go to heaven now
But just then you realize you don’t know how
Lower into the groud
They all gather round
As the dirt thrown upon you
Silences Sound
You see the light
You run Away
And still are a ghost
To this very day.
About this poem
life and death regrets and fear
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Submitted by amym.20819 on May 14, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XABB XCCDDEEE FFXF GXXG CCX XHH H XXX XII XJJ BBCB KKIXI LL XXXX MM ANCN XIXI |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,540 |
Words | 336 |
Stanzas | 17 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 8, 4, 4, 3, 3, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 2, 4, 2, 4, 4 |
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