Vacant eyes that cannot see
That which was of worth to me.
The tomb that housed my intellect
(It was still there, last time I checked 😉 )
My ‘After’ look long after pension –
A paperweight of odd dimension;
My silent prompt, that underneath,
We’re all just really bone and teeth.
In life we force a friendly face –
A smile which oft’ seems out of place.
Though death proves even in despair
That neither skin nor nail nor hair
Will outlive this fantastic smile,
Which renders any skull worthwhile.
Though we may face the face of death
Before we breathe our final breath
Skulls serve as silent souvenir
Lest we forget: we once were here.
Allow me to introduce to you: AL – all the way from Bali 😉
Thank you for the newest addition to my Skull collection, Una!
He’s a beaut… and he knows it 😀