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Subject: My Epitaph

Author:
Lori S. Maynard

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Date Posted: 15:20:20 02/17/03 Mon
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MY EPITAPH

I�ve been down and out in the worst of ways
Starved for attention as well as for food.
Maintained a quiet grace even on moody days
Though life was pure hell, I called it good.

A time without heat in the Indiana winter
No water in the pipes, and cupboards bare.
Unemployment and Misery the splinter
That tore my heart, turned blood to air.

I remember a time it was so cold outside
That the television froze and would not turn on.
Fresh vapor rising from my heart that had died
Though dead, I smiled and still carried on.

I left that home in summer�s welcome embrace
And moved on the best that I could find.
Rejoined the carnival- couldn�t resist that place
And convinced my heart that life was kind.

But rebuilding myself ended in the month of July
In that horrible year of nineteen ninety-eight.
A hit and run collision with that black semi
Left me damaged� left me cursing at fate.

One year later, a surgery did come and go
To fix what trucker had done to my arm.
Depression had settled, in court, he didn�t show
And my spirit festered and wished itself harm.

Right arm in sling and unemployment once more,
The demons within me were laughing and hissing.
I argued with God that he had more than settled the score
And what was life but something that was worth missing?

I wanted to die and knew how I would
I�d run my truck into a tree head on.
Though in hell, I�d still say I was good
If I could just vanish and *poof* be gone.

But, the light within finally showed itself
And convinced me to live out my life.
On the way home, I discovered irony�s wealth�
A woman ran a stop sign�I continue in strife�

She struck my truck and flung me from the street
Into a ditch and yard and then�
My truck hit that tree head on, my Maker I�d meet
Only, my life didn�t come to an end.

Much blackness inside of me has come and gone
What poet has never bore witness to some pain?
And when I die I hope they�ll carve on my stone
�She would have chose to do it all again.�

�January 16, 2003 Lori S. Maynard

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Subject	Author	Date
Re: My Epitaph	Deb	04:47:02 02/26/03 Wed

ur epitaph	Cleo	06:05:45 11/02/03 Sun