i went for a funeral, and i saw young and old people runnning around for beer and food, and few people crying and this came to my mind. any one who reads this text i would like to know what you think.


What day is this?

All dressed in black
Crying and mourning
Till the day turns dark
Until the following morning
Not long was he born
He was everybody's dream of a man
How could he have gone
Well that is the cruel world of man
People still come to eat
Isn't that mean
It happens doesn't it?
Old wicked men lean
Is this a day to mourn?
Or a wonderful luncheon.






Poetry by kayce
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 13:25

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