The adults stand around, <br />Incessantly nagging, <br />Claiming inheritance. <br /> <br />Hideous, <br />Drooling hounds, <br />Food in sight. <br /> <br />All of the young children <br />Run around and giggle, <br />Asking me to join in. <br /> <br />Innocent, <br />Small puppies, <br />Toys in mouth. <br /> <br />I guess this is goodbye. <br />I didn't know you well, <br />Though I can't say I tried. <br /> <br />So am I <br />A puppy <br />or a hound?<br /><br />William Blake Beckett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffin-confession/
