FuneralA Poem by QuilandInkI felt that no matter who reads the poem it will mean something to someone, enjoy.
Oak, maple, birch or elm; no matter you are dead silk, satin, quilted or plain; for your head to rest Your final resting place, your last bed the beats have long stopped below your chest
In your finery you lie in wait black suit, red tie, shoes polished, hair straight Your mourners will come, one by one In black they will gather, hidden from the sun
Your pictures sits pride of place Your smug grin wiping away the tears I will never find something to fill the space we can no longer share our hopes and fears
They come, not one but all filing in, rows and rows of hung heads Some already start to bawl it’s not long before sorrow spreads
Not all knew him for what he was ,a gambler, a chancer, a lover,a fighter he never chose to bare his claws but worked to make the world a little brighter
The final goodbye his hard to take No words seem to remove the pain my heart will forever ache for I will never see you again © 2014 QuilandInkAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorQuilandInkGlasgow, Scotland, United KingdomAboutAfternoon, Where to begin... I am a twenty two year old student from Glasgow, Scotland. I currently study Professional writing skills at the City of Glasgow College. The course is great and has be.. more..Writing
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