People arrive wearing black clothing
They stare silently at the grave
Teardrops roll down their faces
And mascara runs down
Loving prayers are said
One last goodbye
The casket
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- Mr. B-G
- “Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.” - Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
1 comment:
yay!!! I love your poem. It's emolicious :) Hahaha. The theme is to spend time with the ones you love, before they pass away. The mood is sad, and depressing. An intrusive element would be a cry for attention because of lonesomeness. The words are about someone losing another that they love. I liked your poem a lot; especially the part about the mascara running...yup..that was soooo your idea.... :D
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