The Funeral

Robin McNamaraOctober 3, 2018

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The Funeral

written by: Robin McNamara

@robbiemac72

If I died in the morning,
Would you cry?

Would you visit my grave
With a heavy sigh?

Would the birds stay silent?
As mournful clouds wet the soil,
Of my freshly dug grave.

Would you place a wreath
On top of the coffin?

Encasing my unfinished soul,
And walk away barefoot,
Back down the pebbled path.

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Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.

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