Funerals [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

Funerals [2]



Too many times nowadays
I have to go to church
to attend a funeral
as if life
is coming to an end.

There are few things
that cuts through me
like death
and like every
other person
I would rather live eternally.

To see a coffin disappearing
in a hole in the ground
makes you frequently realize
how final
this farewell is.

Monday, February 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell,funeral,funerals
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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