My Epitaph

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    My Epitaph
    My Epitaph

    If labor is work and work is a pain
    Then what in the heck do I have to gain?
    To toil and to sweat, to clean and to sweep
    Is it not much better to slumber and sleep?

    Yes, work's over-rated, though most disagree
    Those making a name, not saving a tree
    The truth is that when this life's said and done
    The work won't be missed...but ahh, we'll miss fun!

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    bklynrizz commented on My Epitaph

    11-27-2009

    Cute poem. Made me smile. I like a humorous poem at times as well.
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    Writer1

    11/29/2009

    Thanks! Yeah, gotta get some levity or I'll turn into another Sylvia Plath and NO ONE needs that, do they? :)

    Rhymer commented on My Epitaph

    10-30-2009

    Excellent write you put a smile on my face. I enjoyed the bio cute boys you were hugging.
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    Writer1

    10/31/2009

    Thx for your comment, Rhymer. I like "deep" poetry, but my sense of humor MUST come out from time-to-time. Glad it made you smile. That was the point. :) And those are 2 of my grandsons with me in the pic. My loves. :) ~~Sandy

    ginga commented on My Epitaph

    10-21-2009

    Writer, Light, upbeat, and nary a word that brings one down, except maybe missing fun! ginga
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    Writer1

    10/25/2009

    LOL. Your comments make me smile! :)

    letterpress commented on My Epitaph

    10-19-2009

    Reminds of the grasshopper and the ant. The grasshopper had tons of fun, but when it came winter-time he was cold and hungry.
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    Writer1

    10/19/2009

    Personally I love cold weather and it wouldn't hurt me to lose a few lbs either. :) Can't get too serious in writing silly poems. Thx for your comment.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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