Description
My journey over
Wow!
I’m really lost as to what to say, I can barely believe it myself
I’m gone, my life is over, and nothing to do with my health
Just my luck, or bad luck as it happens, to be where I was at the time
Destiny sought to take a life, not any one’s life, but mine
I know you will be grieving; I know you will be in pain
I know you will be questioning why, but questioning will be in vain
I’d love to turn the clock back; wouldn’t we all if the opportunity arose?
We find ourselves at my funeral with me in a deathly state of repose.
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We’ve shared good times together and the trials and tribulations that aboundAnd all what’s left now are our memories and the artefacts of life still around I want you to go on living, helping each other along
Being good, being kind, enjoying life, doing what is right and not what is wrong Grieve no more, this I ask of you, let this be closure here today
My journey over, all chapters closed, I have no more to say
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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