Exceptional minute poem Paying Respects by michaelcahill Minute contest entry

Paying Respects                   by michael cahill   I drift up to the coffin's lid to see what's hid; I scream out loud. Beneath the shroud   I see a face I quickly place. No need to trace, those lines are mine-- a lonely shrine.   The preacher speaks his words of doom ... an empty room, I only see-- self-centered me.

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