Funerals are strange to me
Stunning the significance of a man no longer
The bonds of his family in his absence grow stronger.
Without a doubt, he will be missed
But during his time on Earth, he seemed to have less relevance.
His body charred like the limbs of that old oak tree
Yet ironically, he too left a seed.
With no doubt, he'll grow up great and right
But how will his roots be afflicted with no paternal light?
The day he fell ill, I read all 46
But where was I to be found way-back-when, him hungry for fix?
Hardly concerned.
But here I am, filled to the brim with discern.
So once more, here I am before the idea of a man
That meanwhile soars, far apart from this land.
Born to run, is what I keep hearing
Yet to me, this title just isn't appealing.
In my eyes 'Died to Fly' seems much more suitable,
Either way, his impressing significance remains irrefutable.
Funerals do seem strange, they have an other worldly feeling, where one cannot grasp reality. All is behind a mist, where loved ones no longer exist. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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I would like to translate this poem
Funerals are great for hearing praise about dead people. They are much more wonderful than when they were alive. You only hear good things about them, and none of the bad. I'm thinking of having my own funeral before I die so I can hear all the good things people say about me.