When We Die
They say I am too low,
I say they are too high.
One thing is certain.
The grave is waiting,
When we die.
2017 Albert Moyer, Jr. Poetry
Archive for November 3, 2017
When We Die
Posted: November 3, 2017 in PoetryTags: Dias De Los Muertos, Free verse, Literature, Poetry
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