Final Home Poem by Tony Adah

Final Home



There's no place like a grave
A home you don't struggle to build
Away from the hustling bustling of the world
Naked you came, naked you have gone
All your foibles
Success or failure
Everything is gone
And you're sleeping alone
In a heap of bones
Not worried if the world ticked you good or not
Silent in a home where
Silver or gold is not known
And children and wives and wealth
Are all abandoned behind
And the rest is final
In a grave!

Sunday, August 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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