Poem: Grave Choice

Hello! Here’s another poem for you, written a while ago, but still a good’un.

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Here!

Why here?

We can see the ocean.

Now we can.

Forever we can see the ocean.

Until the coast erodes.

What?

Then we’ll be in the ocean.

Don’t be a dick.

I’m just saying.

We paid a lot of money for this spot.

And it’s a lovely spot.

Our grandchildren will visit us here.

And probably their grandchildren.

It’s perfect.

But probably not their grandchildren.

We’re miles from the ocean.

Forever is a long time.

Would you rather somewhere else?

This is as good a place as any.

I love the view.

I love it too.

So here?

Here.