Lockdown farewell
The old boy hadn’t known
that we bore him respect.
Two meters of respect,
that felt more like neglect
when the hearse rolled up
and the casket was rolled out.
Then in dotted lines
either side of the street
we clapped him off,
like surviving gladiators
in the echoing bewilderment
of an empty arena.
20/11/24
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Author:
FrasMac (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm sure this poem may trigger some painful memories for people. I'm sorry for you, truly. It's a memory of a sunny day in a small town during lockdown, and an old man who was a good neighbour who deserved better - they all did. God bless you.
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