Eleanor Rigby played
As I sat at the table.
She was lonely.
Nothing stays.
I too am lonely at times
But rhymes
Keep me company.
We all must die
Lonely or Otherwise.
Makeup on girl’s eyes
Will not keep
Them from sleep.
And poetry has saved
None from the grave.
Yet later that same day
A child greeted me
In the cemetery
In early spring
K Morris - Poet 
I particularly like the last stanza.
Thank you, Liz. I’m pleased you like my poem, particularly the last stanza
You’re welcome, Kevin.
ah, the child – they always save us
A clever take on Eleanor Rigby. I love thexway you indicate life goes on with thd reference to spring, and a child in the cemetery.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem
🙂
A very existential poem. Provokes to think deeper. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem and that it provoked deep thought.
Best. Kevin