over the years,

found it tough to go to funerals.

some of them

i’d like to have gone to.

thinking of all that sadness

was just to close.

It’s impact more than you’d might expect.

I was simply a walking funeral home –

flowers no where to be seen.

carrying all that sadness

mixed in with tears leaving tributaries

without anyone ever knowing.

it’s tough I tell ya.

that walking funeral home

is starting to dissipate ever so slowly.

it takes a real man

to be open.

poetry it really is god’s gift

for the world.

i’d say, it’s about time

to make it a lot more mainstream.

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