Funeral Song Poem by Augustus Billy Mutebesi

Funeral Song



Campfire and drum-beat morn,
Farewell, goodbye.
Those who own Earth,
Are owned by dust.

Singsongs are gently gone...
What begun can die.
Those who had worth
Are worth as less as rust.

And boasts alone the river-stone,
That it is I
That know no birth
Nor death, and ever last.

From whence we were born,
And soar off high,
We land again on earth,
To rest at last.

Campfire and drum-beat morn,
Farewell, goodbye.
Those who had worth,
Are worth as less as rust.

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,funeral,reflection
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 25 July 2016

No man can ever have ownership of the earth, it has ownership over them, and it will swallow you back in time. Great work, wonderfully worded with a great many lines.

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