The Urn Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Urn
ashes spilling
from the urn...
a thousand hollow goodbyes
and hellos dissolve.
it's been said:
death makes all men equal,
so what of life?
and why the tears
o'er an unmarked grave?
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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6/10/2026 5:43:00 AM # 1.0.0
Death is an equalizer no doubt! byes are hollow, TRUE! but tears are the symbols of the warmth of life emerging out of the memories of the dear departed...can't completely deny their importance in life...