It's Over by George HoernerEvery day at some point
Start up the PC
Bring up the internet
Review the NY Times
Looking thru the blurbs
Describing each section
Rarely do I look at the Obits
But two thirds of the way
Down the page in the center
And there it is the Obits
I can’t miss it my name
With no association
Who found out
That I was dead already
None around me
Seemed to know
It makes me realize
We are less observant
Than we should be
01/31/2015 Posted on 02/01/2015 Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/01/15 at 02:17 AM A good chuckle on the surface, George, that leaves me quickly considering my very existence. Nicely done. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/15 at 10:37 PM Great humorous irony! (I read the obits everyday to make sure I am still here! lol) |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/03/15 at 03:30 PM I do the first three things mentioned in your poem as a matter of everyday routine, George. Seems I'd better start looking at the fourth as well..:) very witty poem! |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/14/15 at 04:06 PM Well put George. I've often wondered what it would be like to read my own obituary in the newspaper. |
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/02/15 at 12:51 AM maybe we are not dead for long; for a period long enough to travel from one point of light to another. In the immortal words of Arnold "I'll be back" - yes, perhaps all of us depart to return; which is say we are never really gone. |
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