Only Prose In Death
There is no poetry in death,
only turned page and closed cover,
all of mans words end with last breath.
Remembered moments, all deeds done,
faces in youth and laughter spent,
only prose now in setting sun.
Final rest in return to earth,
console, uphold in reverence,
Holy needs fulfilled wait rebirth.
Spirit lifted in deaths embrace,
live on kind soul in hearts love bound,
stone marker, in poetic grace.
10/13/2020
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