Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,916 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Funerals - Poem by Gert Strydom

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013


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