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Was it a good day to die
Was it a good day to be born, that I will never know?
But the (day, month and year) was the day I said Hello
From darkness into light, a healthy baby boy, planned and expected, my parents full of joy
That day is now far behind, darkness has returned
My candle now extinguished, the wick alike, all burned
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How the years have sped away, perhaps less obvious at the start
But how fast they go in later life as you get closer to the day you depart
Was It a good day to die, ((day, month and year), it’s a lottery, as good a day as it began.
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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