WALTER TODD LITHOE...an epitaph
PLEASE...don't send me flowers nor offer my kin
Foods and gifts as if to betray your sorrow.
I don't wish to have anyone present at my services;
For if I did...there would be those who would tell,
"Is'nt Mr. Mitchell's wife so ugly?"
As well as all those who would talk and laugh
Engaging in cheerful comradeship...
And plan next Sunday's church social.
And so on...
Now that I've passed on,
What good will a party do me?
Life was for me, a constant raging battle without end;
The trenches of my war became my home.
I remained so afraid! Thus,there in my own HELL I lived all
My life...too terrified to look and see what lay beyond,
And know what joy and sorrow there could be...
O' I searched for answers,
And for GOD...
But I never could find them.
Therefore, I died a young and bitter man;
DEAD...FROM THE POISON OF BITTERNESS!!
For it seemed no sorrow was ever shown for sacrifices
I made...and pain...and utter loneliness I had to endure!
I cannot remember even ONCE...receiving a kind word
While I lived and then needed it.
So now that I've passed on, I WANT SORROW FROM NO ONE!
I just want NOTHING...FROM THOSE AND A LIFE
THAT NEVER GAVE...NOR EVEN OFFERED ME ANYTHING!!
-THE END-
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