Thursday November 6 2007
Song of Death and Grieving
Sipping my coffee on the edge of a new day.
Praying earnestly that sadness enfolds suffering
And then departs and fades away.
Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
How can I ease a mother’s grief?
Or ease a father’s sorrow?
Will their hope return to them?
Will they know a bright tomorrow?
Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
We live in time and as we do
It’s time that we all borrow.
We borrow hope, we borrow dreams;
Its life’s attractions we all borrow.
Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
Then time demands its payment due
For all these dear attractions.
For all life’s hope,
For all life’s dreams,
For life’s dear satisfactions.
Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
Now life is empty in dark nights…
Now life is lonely in bleak days…
Now we partake in ancient rites…
Now everyone laments and prays.
Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
Author notes
It is hard for the old to watch the young die.
A contest entry
- you are in my thoughts today... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 9, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
This brought such sadness to my eyes. Which, is what a poet does! Nice write dear poet.
And thanks so much for stopping by my poem. You make me want to keep scribble'n away!
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Congratulations on your gold...well deserved. Beautiful write. Peace, Rhonda
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Dear rhondasail,
Thank you for your encouragement and kind words! Jane
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CONGRATULATIONS on winning the GOLD. This was a stunning write. The words were lovely and very heartfelt. You take care. Sandy
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Dear Sandygram
Thank you for your lovely comment. Jane
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Hey nonny, hey nonny,
Hey nonny, nonny no.
Crying, weeping, solace seeking
Off to the funerals we all go.
The truth of this bitter life is shown here as you are witnessing the whole show in front of you..a painful experience you are describing to us..a thought provoking immagery is witnessed here through the great heartfelt verse of yours..Thanks for entering in my contest..
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Dear PDK,
The contest and the poem seem to have happened simultaneously...
The mother and father of the eighteen year old boy who died Saturday November 3 in a terrible soccer accident in Italy are both doing as well as can be expected. God is with them and helping them. The boy was their only child. Thank you for being here at AP...Jane
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