Tattered Papers

Tattered Papers is a collection of stories and poems that comprise the worlds that the author, Joshua Boyce, has walked in. They exist in his mind and on paper and, now, hopefully, you will journey through the same world he imagines.

Ambrose Bierce

“QUILL, n. An implement of torture yielded by a goose and commonly wielded by an ass. This use of the quill is now obsolete, but its modern equivalent, the steel pen, is wielded by the same everlasting Presence.”

I Hope I Leave A Legacy And Not An Unmarked Grave

They felt my pulse, They felt convinced
They laid me in a shallow grave
They said some words, They said some lies
They hoped that I would stay

They buried me, They buried life
They put it from their mind
They tried to grieve, They tried to mourn
They never gave me time

They planted trees, They planted grass
They never brought me flowers
They laid a stone, They laid a thought
They never gave me hours

They left me there, They left me quick
They thought I’d never know
They lived their life, They lived it long
They thought they’d never go

They wasted time, They wasted lives
They left me in a casket.
They worked till dawn, They worked till dusk
They filled their money basket

They bought some food, They bought some drink
They left me starving still
They spent their lives, They spent their thoughts
They sought to spend more still

They left their home, They left to work
They neglected their own family
They wanted more, They wanted less
They never would still stand with me

I don’t want much, No, not a lot
Just one more chance to love
Don’t waste your time, Don’t waste your mind
Increasing all your stuff

One day you’ll die, One day you’ll leave
That stuff will hardly matter
They’ll feel your pulse, They’ll feel convinced
And then leave YOU all the sadder

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