Twelve ShoesA Poem by GeeA slow walk with pallbearers...off to a funeral today
Black filled the pews
not one head raised each bowed as if in prayer, twelve shoes six steps in unison slow bore their reason there. Down aged flags that echoed loud off stone and ancient glass, these men of death clad dark as night heartbroken lines did pass. As footsteps stilled amazing Grace through oaken beams soared high, grief seared the cheeks washed broken hearts that questioned only "Why" Then silence reigned the air hung still lost love they gently laid, twelve shoes they bowed then took their leave having last respects thus paid. RIP Ray Board A true gentleman © 2022 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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