Thee There After The
I could be buried in a coffin
Later transformed unto the earth
As dust turns to dust as it does often
Some call it resting in mirth
Cremation is the dust without the fuss
When you are cleaning a room
With a large dust broom to groom
The urn becomes heaver with left over dust
Do not let this throw you in shivers
Because dust gets spreading about
There's are those who left with a funny bone
That just wants his passing drawn out
I think I will have a monument as my head stone
It will be a parking meter with the red tag
Saying EXPIRED
Darryl Ehlers
2366 Halverstick Rd.
Lynden WA 98264
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