Epitaph by Ted Goodman

WARNING

I heard a knocking at my door,
I opened and a ghastly spectre saw.
It was a skeleton standing there,
that in its hand a watch did bear.
It warned me that my time was short
and that my plans would come to naught,
if I did not achieve them fast
before I would have breathed my last.

 

GOODBYE

The Angel of Death called my name
and to this heavenly realm I came.
It is the abode of the ghosts of the dead,
a peaceful place not to dread.
Mourn not my passing, for I am happy here
far away from strife and fear.
I have my memories ‐ magic moments with loved ones
laughter of grandchildren on fun runs.
I leave just a fading image, remembered by few
of a white bearded man who said “Adieu.”
When those few disappear, so do I,
surviving only as a spirit in the sky.

The above was sent to me in two e-mails in July 2023. It is reproduced here verbatim although I have added Epitaph to the title. It was published originally in my obituary for Ted on February 20, 2024, five days after his death.

To THE TED GOODMAN PRUDERY ARCHIVE

Back To Other Contributors Index
Back To Site Index