Monday, February 19, 2007

Poem - What He Left

A pair of reading glasses
Gold-plated cigarette lighter
St. Christopher medal
Shot glass from Niagara Falls
Nail clippers
A key to an unknown door
Twelve one dollar bills
Two yellow golf tees
One miniature screwdriver
Expired drivers license
and a W-2 from the Golden Peacock Bar

What he left fit in a shoebox
The stuff rattled around;
His life was an open book,
In death he became a mystery

I split the money with my brother;
We ordered a round and raised our glasses
And did something we’d never done before –
Toasted our old man

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