Strange rhyming scheme...
Afraid of the future
Ashamed of the past
Nervous in the now
They begin the solemn service
His lips joined by suture
His body will not last
All the people ask "How?"
He watches his friends
And stares at his mother
He is crying on the inside
No one can see his tears
They all now make amends
And share stories with one another
They'll speak of the day he died
For the next couple of years
He closes his eyes, calm
His hands pressed back to palm
They close the casket forever
For him to be nervous?
Never
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-03-29 at 19:41
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Funeral
He lies down, nervousAfraid of the future
Ashamed of the past
Nervous in the now
They begin the solemn service
His lips joined by suture
His body will not last
All the people ask "How?"
He watches his friends
And stares at his mother
He is crying on the inside
No one can see his tears
They all now make amends
And share stories with one another
They'll speak of the day he died
For the next couple of years
He closes his eyes, calm
His hands pressed back to palm
They close the casket forever
For him to be nervous?
Never
Poetry by Paul Vermette
Read 624 times
Written on 2008-03-29 at 19:41
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