Old men gather
At cemetary gates
To say goodbye
To an old mate
The years have passed
The glory days gone
The crematorium
Bathed in sun.
In aging eyes
And whitened hair
To pay respect
To show they care
But each deep in
The beating heart
They must know
Its just the start.
One by one
They will fall
Another visit
To meet the call
The only question
Left to ask
Is who is next
For death to catch ?
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Sure is the deadpool incorporated.
Wonder if those vitamin pills will give me another week.
maybe a couple of days lol, thanks for read, much appreciated
Yery poignant words for another old man - It used to be 4 weddings and a funeral and now it's 4 funerals and a wedding!!
you are so right, thanks and appreciation for read
Clever wording in this poem. We all stand in line but never know when our number will be called. Well written.
Thanking you much appreciated my friend
You are always most welcome Norman
And in so doing anticipate their turn at the queue👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻
thats true friend, thanks and appreciation
We're wittering our lives away waiting for that bus! lol.
at least the hearse turns up lol
I'll keep posting poems from the realm of ectoplasms...
Thats the spirit Lorenz , that for read much appreciated
Norman, this hit me hard. Every farewell among lifelong friends carries the awareness that the circle is becoming smaller...and another person’s passing forces each survivor to confront their own mortality. Stark, honest, and powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Spot on my friend, thanks and appreciation
I detest funerals. I decline to attend.I suppose I shall be forced to attend one shortly, my upright refusal no longer valid..
we will be forced to our own, thanks for read much appreciated
who indeed? one never knows, and always lives as if he/she is going to be a 100- and I pray all in this group reach that golden age with all senses fully intact..
a most wonderful hope, thanks and appreciation for read
you are most welcome - keep them coming..
I try, thanks again
Sad statement of life but so true. Well put together. Regards Owen
thanking you, much appreciated
sad but true
it is indeed, thanks for read much appreciated
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