“Dying, you will die”
He kicked the can
Punched out, punched the clock
Got his ticket punched
He took the dirt nap, flew the coop
Rode off into the sunset
Breathed his last, caught the bus
Went to have coffee with Jesus
He’s drinking mead in the hall
He climbed the stairs, closed up shop
Sleeps with the fishes, said his prayers
He’s pushing up daisies, feeding the worms
Blowing in the wind, gone with the leaves
Faded like a flower.
Fish stranded on the beach, bird fallen
From the nest, tree toppled by the storm
He ran out of gas, blew a piston
Ran off the edge, ran into the ditch
Didn’t come home from the fair
Bit the big one, came to an end
His candle was snuffed, his thread
Broken off, they broke his plate
He’s gone down the road, over the hill
Water under the bridge.
The party’s over. He croaked. He choked
He fed the tiger, met the dragon
Gave the last full measure, paid the piper
Finished the dance, the race, the fight
Went the distance, crossed the river
Rested under the trees, under the sod, under
Stone. He was tagged out at home plate, fell off his
Bicycle, fell off his chair, slipped under the bar.
They bagged him, tagged him
Fitted him for his suit, laid him out on the table
Carried out feet first, went toward the light
Whistled his tune, turned up toes
Drank the hemlock, drained the cup
Deceased, defunct, departed
He was gathered to his fathers
Fell asleep, gave up the ghost
Found the place of his resurrection.
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