No pockets in a shroud

poem by: Allan P Stevens
Written on Nov 19, 2017

Rocky road has turned to pasture
Travelled so far down this line
My next stop will be forever after
That unseen dimension and time
Looking back with calm reflection
Know I dropped a bollock or two
Angry folk with negative reaction
I told them what they can go do
Today I stand at peace with my life
Hope I got a few more years to go
Make the best of remaining time
Try building something to show
I cannot take anything with me
Maybe the odd memory or two
There are no pockets in a shroud
Passing over will be the final truth


Tags: Deep, Hope, Metaphor, Rhyme,


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