The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - My Burial Plot
My Burial Plot
Now that I bought my burial plot, I canít move away,
No way I can join the white flight so Iíll just have to wait and stay,
If I join them, theyíll have to bring me back to bury me dead,
Not an easy task if itís a heavy coffin lined with lead.
Iíll be buried between the dead Chinese and the dead Greeks,
Over by the dead Portuguese - weíll be a group of dead geeks,
Old Otto from Odessa is already there - just over the wall,
Weíll continue that conversation -- twenty years ago last fall.
And Don Sargent is there too, just further along the path,
Maybe we could visit during that long quite aftermath,
My gravestone will have one tiny e-mail keyboard of course,
In case you read this poetry and want doubtful discourse.
Iím hoping it takes a few years yet though before I go,
Maybe twenty or thirty or even forty - Iíll take it slow,
But eventually Iíll get there I havenít got a doubt.
ĎCause time flies when youíre having fun but time tends to run out.