
*Illustration reference:
Ancient Copper Dragon
by Vance Kovacs
What shall be written upon the stone
That marks where I now lie alone
Deep underground where darkness reigns
Across my chest my hands are lain
No more shall I have chance to make
Impression, nor a claim I’ll stake
Prone I’m now, no breath or pulse
Where slugs and beetles do converse
What final epitaph is chiseled
That’s burned by sun and soaked with drizzle
The finest rock stands test of time
Yet still meets share of muck and grime
And though my needs in life were met
I’m in a place they will forget
So should a stranger pass me by
I’d like to think I’ll catch their eye
With clever passage, irreverent
To show that I had playful bent
What gift to give myself, with glee
That echoes through eternity
It must be short, but plenty sweet
Revealing? Yes, but still discreet
How would I like to be recalled?
I hope my last words do enthrall …
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