No pockets in a shroud

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

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Rocky road has turned to pasture
Travelled so far down this line
My next stop will be forever after
That unseen dimension and time
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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
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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
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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
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Tags: Deep, Hope, Metaphor, Rhyme,

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