FINAL CURTAIN? WORDS FOR AN INTERMENT

We are assembled here today

For the closing act of a lifelong play,

With all its laughter, joy and woe,

The curtain descends on this one-man show.

 

But somehow, somewhere, out of sight

We know there'll be a new "first night",

For this soul re-born to take the stage

Returned to life in another age..

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◄ IT'S JUNE IN JANUARY

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John Botterill

Mon 24th Jan 2022 23:13

Lovely, moving poetry MC.

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John Coopey

Sun 23rd Jan 2022 18:01

Simple and poignant.

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Ursula O'Reilly

Sun 23rd Jan 2022 17:51

Beautiful words for your late brother, MC.🌷

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 23rd Jan 2022 15:56

Thanks Keith. These lines were written for the interment of my
late brother;s ashes in the family grave.
I was perhaps subconsciously harking back to the theme that "All the world's a stage and we are merely players" (or something!).
But then, hasn't the feeling of "being here before" come along
at some time in our lives? .

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keith jeffries

Sat 22nd Jan 2022 17:33

A good poem and sound theology.
Thanks
Keith

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