ode to me (standard:poetry, 116 words)
Author: archimedes	Added: Feb 16 2005	Views/Reads: 2962/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
dance with me till the day i die.

i'd rather be a slave who can question his master. 

than a master who can't find someone to complain 

sleep for a while and then walk just a little faster. 

until my shoes are filled with so much dirt and rain. 

wash my clothes before i leave this house 

look at my hands once more when i go insane 

i will find the line that sang out my life 

erase my curse, cure the origin of my pain 

remove my belongings the day i am gone 

foolishly spent my time gathering all of it in vain 

a last request, next to a plant, please bury me. 

a useless life, in death, will help out a tree. 


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