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A note from Dr. Hendrix
This is a defiant little poem aimed straight at the pine box waiting for all of us — my way of telling death, with a grin, that it has not got the best of me yet. I wrote it because if I have to face the end, and I do, I would rather square up to it with a joke and a raised chin than a whimper.
— Dr. Roger Hendrix · We share these stories so you can know the family behind GreenTeaHP.
Look at me, old pine box,
you got nothin
on me
Old pine box, look at me,
you got nothin
on me
I’ll beat you pine box,
come on, look over
at me, old pine box
You won’t carry me away,
that’s all I’m goin to say
Old pine box, you think
you’ll get the best
of me?
I can’t see myself bein in
an old pine box,
I just don’t believe I’ll be
In that old pine box, you see
Yes, indeed, looks like
I have some fear of bein in
the old pine box
Yes, I have some
fear of bein in
the pine box.
I know what
the old pine box knows,
no matter what I say.
I’ll end up in there
I’ve seen ma and pa in there,
I’ve seen Karen and Sandy in there,
I’ve seen almost everyone in there,
yet, I can’t accept I’ll be in there
No use talkin
more If I can’t
see myself in there
No use sayin
look at me
In there