In another’s death we see
Our own mortality.
We sympathise with the bereaved,
And may even grieve.
But in another’s death we see
Our own Mortality.
Another’s Death
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Morn
In the early morn
The carpet is warm
Under my feet
As I recall
How leaves fall
In the wood nearby.
The seasons repeat.
But I will die.
Dust
In my bedroom
Your Perfume
Mingles with the dust
Of books.
Your scent lingers
On fingers.
But all I’ve touched
Will be dust.
The Churchyard Path
People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
The Rain Falls Hard
Rain falls hard
In the churchyard.
But those below
Do not know.
On another day
Some other may,
Passing me by,
Think as I.
K Morris - Poet 