My Epitaph
Dreary
day in mid October, I was drunk last night but now I知 happily sober
I知
thinking of how I keep thinking and keep growing older
So
I致e grabbed my pen yes it痴 started again
You
see I get these sudden urges for creation
And
my soul seems to cry and my mind suddenly laughs
Writing
my own epitaph
Shall
I say I was great why not no need to hesitate
Why
not have fun now for who knows when it will be too late
I値l
say I was strong never wrong the women loved me for my songs
Lying
in the ground I知 listening to the sounds of the people above oh the ones I
loved
There
voices are joyful as they start to laugh are they laughing at me no it must be
my epitaph
Under
this headstone I値l be a laying, one word would suffice, Maven
Or
a line from my songs if I could find a line worth saving
Now
that I知 gone, now the end of this song
Wrote
many a line but all seemed wrong
So
I employ you to do what I could not do
Please
write for me do right by me, I might haunt thee if you taunt me
Rightfully, My Epitaph.
ｩ1995 Sean Moore
