Boo
Poetry By Mark Edgemon

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

Who needs ghosts with fools incarnate by the wayside, speaking in rhyme,

Separating themselves from being ghosts themselves - through wasted time.

Counting the faces, who have seen their flesh, they've waited to say,

"I've accomplished my desire," before giving up the ghost - and floating away!