Description
It’s time for me to go
That’s it, I’ve done my bit, it’s time for me to go
Farewell my friends and family, I want you all to know
I was ready to depart this life; I’m old, tired and frail
And whilst I know you may be saddened, what has been, and what is, will prevail.
Pastures new await you as do the joys and experiences ahead
Grab them, make the most of them, and chose wisely the paths you thread.
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Thank you for the memories some stayed with you I hopeEnjoy your life for it is short; move on from me, do not mope
Yours is now the future, and that of the generations to come
Look after yourselves, be good, be kind, signing off and out, I’m done
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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