Yesterday I saw my mortician
A very calm nice person
he has three kids

I spoke to him about life and death
he spoke of neither
he mostly looked at me

There was no emotions in his eyes
but there was love.
the love you see
when people have a role
in your life

he then touched my shoulder
and said in soft words
this body should be worthless
when it arrives here
If it ever arrives here

He gave me a pleasant smile
kept his hand on my shoulder

Go and donate every usable part
The dead are useful to the living
for us morticians
your body is not a need,
it is just a job

Go be useful, Go away !!!

Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, Poetry