On metal steps he lost his life
left the keys in his cherished car
falling backwards struck his head
ascending to yellow council skips.
Appearing in the local press
a column and a photograph
a much respected electrician
constantly required, recently retired.
Nobody could work it out
it just seemed so unfair,
but life and death are mysteries
that hide behind a prayer.
So much will never be explained, Ray. In a world where we expect to 'understand' everything, this is difficult to accept. I think that your poem illustrates this imperfect state of events.
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raypool
Tue 3rd Jun 2025 17:06
Your point is a salient one Stephen. It is especially hard to witness that big question when you know the family very well . The attendant shock affected their lives so much. Thanks for coming on.
Many thanks for all your likes folks.
Ray