April 3, 2013


On this side
of the dark river
I'm still a senior,
offered the berth
sought by
so many others,
a gift from those
who loved me best,
knowing I've earned
eternal rest.
Upon me
they also placed
this pittance,
though some say
it is no guarantee.
Over my eyes
these coins
will carry me,
but will not serve
as any cover,
nothing in the way
of a disguise,
for all that remains
will be taken,
in the morning
at sunrise.