Photo by Kat
Dead and Buried
Another place, another time;
Someone’s just picked up their last dime
Or pricked their finger on a rose
Found the last ladder in their hose.
No more to smell the coffee bean,
Or witness television scene,
Stroke the fur of dog or cat–
It’s all done now, and that is that!
No snow to fall, no sun to glow,
And certainly, no fashion show,
Or grimy boots to kick, hard off–
No smile to smile, no hat to doff.
No kiss of love, no smack of hate;
Adoring eyes, came all too late;
Never again to hear the sound
Of his smooth voice, or her heart pound.
Another place,another time;
The spell is over; hear the chime
Of the night-bell, for Evensong;
Those called to mourn, will come ere long.