Friday, 15 July 2011


So before all the long winded novel writing I used to write a lot of poetry. The ones I'm sharing with you (willingly) are "old", written a while ago but still very true. This week I'm giving you my favourite. I wrote this after my Grandad passed away, he was a big part of my life and I loved him to bits, I still do.

Final Curtain
No music shall accompany this orchestra of sorrow,
This dreaded dance of death
With a fear of no tomorrow.
No singing shall be heard,
The choir shall resign,
For in this life of merriment
This death will sure be mine.
The church it will be silent,
The visitors all in rows,
Awaiting the final curtain
On death,
The only show.

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