When We Die

Posted: November 3, 2017 in Poetry
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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

Comments
  1. I really like this! Did you mean “too” though rather than “to”?

  2. smilecalm says:

    nice!
    i’m told
    there’s
    no waiting 🙂

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