Ina SchrodersZeeders

Rookie (West Terschelling)

Death Is A Mockery Of Life - Poem by Ina SchrodersZeeders

Death is a mockery of life
They who have lived it through, are dead
So what about death can be said
It lingers in the living room after the funeral

They who have lived it through are dead
We do not speak of death too much
It lingers in the living room after the funeral
We try not to think about the lonely grave

We do not speak of deah too much
It is always raining in the grave yard
We try not to think about the lonely grave
Where no one seems to be, but only was

It is always raining in the grave yard
Some flowers grow between the tombstones
As nature doesn’t care about it, live or death
Just carry on as usual

Some flowers grow between the tombstones
So what about death can be said
Just carry on as usual
Death is a mockery of life


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011


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