Self-Written Elegy

     This was definitely one of the more difficult poetry assignments this semester. It's uncomfortable writing about yourself. Especially if you're supposed to be dead. The full title is "On the Cutting of a Second Pine Tree in the Western Meadow Near Rooster's Creek," since that is the meaning of my name when it's fully sketched out.

So now another has left

this world, and those bereft

remain behind, lamenting

his passing and cementing

the temporary memory of his life

before it washes away amidst the strive

which living brings.

Wesley was known to frequently sing

while enduring the stings

and arrows of travails

which are part and parcel of this teary veil –

Others went on to fulfill bigger dreams

but someone needs to make sure things

run smoothly back at home.

Perhaps there is a kind of glory

inside even such a mundane story.