I was too young,

To either remember,

Or fathom the repercussions,

Of mortality.

All I remember,

Was the crowd,

The weather,

And the cemetery.

I

once attended a perfect funeral.

Perfect in the sense that,

All we associate with death,

And gloom

Was present in plenty.

I’ve been to many funeral,

None before,

But many after that.

None came anywhere close to it.

Not even in the far vicinity.

I believe

The first experience of anything is unique.

Whether it be the first time we lusted,

Or First time we realised,

The concept of mortality

Our ephemeral existence.

**

Via Daily Prompt: Inchoate

12 thoughts on “I Once Attended A Perfect Funeral

    1. I don’t know. Lately I’m going through the motions of poetry. So maybe I’m trying to fill the blog with them, or maybe as always, I’m too critical of myself. It’s one or the other. 🙂

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