It seemed so fitting a windy morn
saying goodbye to a friend
the draped coffin looked splendid
always kind words a smile
for him nothing bad ever said
he leaves a void instead.
For us all that moment will arrive
many avenues we tread
an allotted journey for each to face
reflecting on our time
some the trip is short full of pain
unable to take life’s strain!
Do we have a measured lifespan
when reached expire
joining our family’s in a heaven
souls reincarnated again
maybe ascend for infinity in space
part of natures atoms race!
Creating the ever-expanding universe
one day we each will know the truth!
Or is there simply nothing?
The Foureyed Poet.
Someday we may meet again ..hopefully not in pain
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At a friends funeral thoughts ran through his head! The Foureyed Poet.
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‘Or is there simply nothing?’
I love the juxtaposition of this with the rest of the piece! 🙂
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