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
When We Die
Posted: November 3, 2017 in PoetryTags: Dias De Los Muertos, Free verse, Literature, Poetry
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Albert Moyer, Jr. 
I really like this! Did you mean “too” though rather than “to”?
I did. Thanks.
nice!
i’m told
there’s
no waiting 🙂