No more do we doff our caps
And bow our heads low
As the final journey of some unknown
Passes by in mournful slumber
That last destination for all our number
No more do we stand in respectful grace
As the coffin goes by in its reverend state
As the few who feel the loss the most
Enter our thoughts and prayers for one moment
We've lost our way in this busy world
Forgetting that we aren't here for very long
Rushing about to and fro
Avoiding the only place we will inevitably go.
Until one day as we are drawn along
Do we notice that eyes do not look upon
A casket full of memories and dreams
Fading away with each passing step
And all that's left and will ever be
Is a finite life of 'what was meant to be?'
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Saxon Crow (
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I co-sign in the sentiment and spirit of this poem. A reality observed. Very well written. Thank you for a critical piece.
Thanks Gareth
A truism. I rarely see a funeral procession though i live quite close to our cemetery. Though when I do see one i reflect upon my own funeral and those who may attend. I'm a very solitary independant soul so there wont be a huge wake im sure.
Do we notice you ask, I don't think we do unless it appears on our telly screen along with a heroic life's tale.
There'll be plenty lamenting your departure Dusk. Just not yet!
It is almost scary while also a universal fact, we all die. I think this poem illustrates this fact well.
Thanks Elijah. Much appreciated
Death etiquette has definitely gone out the window. The hearse is just another car going slow, annoying the ignorant car drivers now.
Very true and in part an inspiration for this poem. Thanks for reading Paul
Hey Sax – as a fan of Stanley Holloway, you will be familiar with his monologue ‘Brahn Boots’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bUJJVSPdp4&ab_channel=StanleyHolloway-Topic
People treated funerals with appropriate respect in them days….. mostly….
Neat write – now something more cheerful?
Sombre poem for the season! Good old Stan.
We may not be in this world for very long but memories of us will live forever in those who love us.
I still stand still as a coffin passes me.
Good to see you back SC.
Andy
It's true but memories always fade with time. Depressing I know but true
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