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Here's a poem for today

A Ghost
By Michael S. Walker

There is nothing in this
House I want
But still I haunt it
Going down
To turn the air-conditioner off
At 4 in the morning
Ive been dead a long time
So long
I must have forgotten it
And as I pass right through
My wife going upstairs
She shivers
And I am not amazed

There is nothing in this
House I want
But a door
That I am not
Tethered to
A funeral bill
Paid in full
A mirror that does not reflect
My shiny face