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It seems we are at my funeral
It seems we are at my funeral
Not a pleasant day for any one here at all
Me especially for its me that’s gone
And it’s me who is heeding the call
I’m sure you will be saddened
As I would had I been you
By all means shed a tear for me
But let’s not be too down or blue
I’ve been so happy to share your company
And trust that your memories are good
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For it’s too late now for me to do much about themBut you know that I would if I could
Farewell my friends and family
Be happy during the days ahead
Enjoy your lives and be good to others
For one day this poem could be for you instead.
And yes, I did have a sense of humour
As is apparent from the words in this verse
And why not, our lives are too short to waste
For a wasteful life is a curse.
About the Author
Keith Stokes-Smith was brought up in Solihull, moving to Worcestershire in 1997. Writing poems came easy to him in his twenties and early thirties.
In 2016, his mother passed away. Two weeks later, on a train journey to London, he belatedly wrote a bespoke poem for her funeral and wrote it as if she had composed it to be read out by her at her funeral; a strange concept you might think. From then on he found himself uncontrollably inspired to write more adopting words spoken by fictitious people of fictitious ages in fictitious circumstances. In essence, he has tried to be in the mind of the reader. His poems may be considered somewhat unique coupled very often with them having a sense of humour.
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