written when I worked in a funeral parlour.


undertakers anthem

Above the once loved
flesh and bone.
Lies a shape
in ancient stone.
From top to bottom,
tangled vines.
Names and dates,
and tearfull rhymes.
It's hard to see
the dirt and earth,
for flowers strewn
it's lengh and girth.
The ground, unditurbed
for a hundred years,
lies like mush underfoot,
from a million tears.
As mirrored eyes,
look far from best.
Through thoughts of others
layed to rest.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
As sure as water,
on metal turns rust.
Untill such times,
You take good care.
and I'll not have
to lay you there!




Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-09-24 at 12:10

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oddbird
very lovely write, Cx
2006-10-29


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Good stuff, this.
2006-10-05


Dan Cederholm
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Wonderful text here, but how much we taking cares we still have to go there . . .

It's all about time!!!

Regards Dan

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2006-09-24


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there this is a very good and succinctly written text with a touch od dru humour rgds mike
2006-09-24