Eulogy

Some days I feel old and wise...some days, just old. This was written when I was young, ignorant and knew everything.

I pull back shrouds of memory
and mourn the child who was
and is no more. Now I can see
just how you died; because
innocence, morality
gave up one day (applause).

Strange, I felt but apathy
when I watched you die,
my child, but when you ceased to be,
my eyes were all but dry.
Just yesterday you swore to me
you'd always be alive.

And there you are. You lie in state.
I grieve your passing. See,
no one knows the massive hate
that caused your life to flee.
Perhaps I'll find, as tears abate,
how much of you was me.

Reviews

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~ i can see your tears in your words... this is probably the most excruciating pain ever... am so sorry you had to go through this... sometimes the universe isn't in its senses... and we find out because we're meant to know the meaning of the term "collateral damage"... that's the only explanation i have...

[Joel M Frye]

"Collateral damage" is most apropos to this work, serah. Thank you for your empathy.

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~ it's a privilege to know you, monsieur joel...

[Judy Ponceby]

Oh my Joel. I am so very sorry if this is a personal experience. Our understanding of events deepens as we age I think, and sometimes makes the pain moreso. Very touching.