Rainbows End…
A pot of gold or so it is said,
Resides at the end of the rainbow,
My pot of gold does reside in my mind,
I have had it the past, my sight perfect from behind…
You may question if the boat is my end all wish,
I just want world peace, world love and a satellite dish,
Although the boat would be nice to have,
A live aboard it would make, great place to catch fish…
For now I have to live with what I got,
Not much I realize but still to others I do have a lot,
Have to acquire a cemetery plot,
No need do I have for this,
As I have been told my ashes will be sprinkled wherever my dog does squat…
© ed ~ 10/30/04
ashes to ashes to squatercamp?????
Lol!!
Love Tinka
I think you should have your ashes
spread among the Smoky Mountains!
(just my opinion)
Love ya and the surgery went semi-well.
Read my poem about it, okay?
I am doing better this evening. I can even walk!
That is without crutches!
Love,
Becca
Sounds good to me, Ed. And we have similar plans for our here after; my wife plans to sprinkle a little of mine in the litter boxes everyday.
Take care,
Sherry