Six feet deep or more,
it is time for sleep,
this body was not meant,
to survive eternity so,
just a rolled up rug,
to lay me into slumber,
no hollowed ground,
beggars do not get ceremony,
bring on the maggots,
now is the time to let all things go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem six feet, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.