written when I worked in a funeral parlour.
flesh and bone.
Lies a shape
in ancient stone.
From top to bottom,
tangled vines.
Names and dates,
and tearfull rhymes.
It's hard to see
the dirt and earth,
for flowers strewn
it's lengh and girth.
The ground, unditurbed
for a hundred years,
lies like mush underfoot,
from a million tears.
As mirrored eyes,
look far from best.
Through thoughts of others
layed to rest.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
As sure as water,
on metal turns rust.
Untill such times,
You take good care.
and I'll not have
to lay you there!
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-09-24 at 12:10
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undertakers anthem
Above the once lovedflesh and bone.
Lies a shape
in ancient stone.
From top to bottom,
tangled vines.
Names and dates,
and tearfull rhymes.
It's hard to see
the dirt and earth,
for flowers strewn
it's lengh and girth.
The ground, unditurbed
for a hundred years,
lies like mush underfoot,
from a million tears.
As mirrored eyes,
look far from best.
Through thoughts of others
layed to rest.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
As sure as water,
on metal turns rust.
Untill such times,
You take good care.
and I'll not have
to lay you there!
Poetry by stevelee
Read 475 times
Written on 2006-09-24 at 12:10
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