Treasure Island

Duncan Livingstone


Buried Brains


They claim that brain drains;
They are the first to drain brains
And the last to die
As easy as pie

Let me rest at least in peace;
Let them claim and cry if they wish
As though I'm a piece of fish
Because my brain awaits burial

I had refused to help others;
Others who never had penny
Penny that could see them learn
But now my brain is buried

I wish I had known;
I would not have frowned
Because of helping the poor
But now my brain is buried

Like a lonely bay;
They saw me lay
In a broad day
But I was buried

Now I'm gone;
With my phone
But my brain
Will not remain

Brain drain;
Drain brain
To help
Others

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013
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People with ability should leave legacy...don't die with brain while others need one...

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