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The Funeral by Emma Mary Gascoyne The coffin lies upon the plinth Dappled with sunlight of stained hints The grieving come in sombre hues To find their place upon the pews The organ in the background softly playing While mourners kneel, their prayers saying They're here for the living not the dead Some with compassion, others with dread She sits at the front, staring fixedly ahead Her tears held in check, her heart turned to lead She'd held his hand, as he passed from this life The last name on his lips was that of his wife "He's lived a good life" was what they had said Another man gone to join with the dead For the last twenty years he'd lived on his own After his wife died, leaving him all alone He'd lived and he'd loved with all of his might But his soul now gone, to join in the light Yet here in this church, they'll say their goodbye Then to the graveyard where his body shall lie He'd chosen the hymns before he had died Respect for his wishes had made her abide She can't read the words, Her eyes all blurred Wishing and longing that he could have heard The scent of flowers fills the air True and trustworthy their beauty to share And as voices are raised for the last rendition The final goodbye in lifes long tradition. submitted: 09/10/03
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