Here lies one whose Heart was Blest
By the Sweetest fruits in finery dressed,
In Memories Warm of joyful Days,
With Bounteous Years and Joyful ways.
All Acts did glow upon the Stage,
With Self-Applause I did engage.
For a happier life you'd never find,
With no regrets to bring to mind,
Except-
With the last of my dwindling Mortal Breath,
Her Name I Sighed when took by Death.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2026 19:04
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Clever and I loved the except part. Well written with the reversal and twist
Thank you. Appreciate you reading it.
You are most welcome Kevin
Kevin, what a turn at the end, my friend. The poem spends so much time celebrating a life well lived that those final lines land with tremendous force. That last lingering thought speaks volumes. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. Appreciate you Reading and Communicating. 👍
Kevin, what I admire here is the way the poem presents a life seemingly free of regret, rich in joy and satisfaction, only to reveal one enduring ache at the very end. That final confession reshapes everything that came before it. A beautiful and moving piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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