Shadows of My Life


I have written my thoughts.
      Often as a feeling
      Inspired by the urge of subtle meanings
To give life to words.
After living and then soon afterwards.
      Will you sort through
      Stuff that holds certain value
The day I die?
Will you cry?
      Over thoughts and things
      Found there for you that bring
Emotion fringed with tenderness.
Time’s now gone of our togetherness.
      Loved was the life we led
      Discovered by us before we were wed
So many memories to comprehend.
Filled with assorted odds and ends.
      Junk drawers to suppose
      Assorted keepsakes all disclosed
Opened up in all sorts of fashions.
Rhyming of verse was once my passion.
      As I wrote these words upon my heart
      To this end I now impart
So my poems might speak as my eulogy.
I loved and lived with such integrity.
      A quiet man; I was, now forever more.
      Preach it once like Poe, then nevermore.
My words at my graveside; so ever solemn.

Shadows of my life… in worded columns.

~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2016 EWK
(inspired by a funeral)

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