They put flowers on my grave, about three days ago
but how I left nobody knows
I was here one day and now I’m gone
I’m enjoying my new peaceful home
My family is rich from the wealth I left
so now my picture just sits on the shelf
They wept for a day, but that was all
and now my name they never call
The flowers they brought were all they ever gave
they made me wait until I reached the grave
But that’s okay, because I’m happy now
and they’ll be seeing me in a little while
Their days are numbered, but they don’t know
when it’s their time they all must go
Now on their graves is a pile of snow
I wrote this poem a few days ago
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