Sunday, March 12, 2017

Forty dollars

I like the idea of people leaving funerals and giving money to those in need. Maybe five dollars at a time.

He does not want flowers
At his funeral
He says
Take forty dollars
From your pocket
Give it to the next person
You see
Who needs it.
Don’t worry how
They’ll spend it,
They’ll squander it.
Squandering is in the eye
Of the giver.
No flowers at my funeral.
Dribble forty dollars
Through your fingers
To the next person
In need.
I will be remembered

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