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“Dead Rite by Stewart Stafford While he lives, hope still clings, The hereafter remains a mystery, If life is but struggle and toil, Then death is hushed serenity. Things he treasured when alive, Trinkets to divide up as booty, The body still lying in repose, Nothing but a fading memory. Lay him down in a mossy grave, Heads bowed in a muttered eulogy, Then back away with platitudes, To the nearest exit from the cemetery. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Dead Rite by Stewart Stafford
While he lives, hope still clings,
The hereafter remains a mystery,
If life is but struggle and toil,
Then death is hushed serenity.
Things he treasured when alive,
Trinkets to divide up as booty,
The body still lying in repose,
Nothing but a fading memory.
Lay him down in a mossy grave,
Heads bowed in a muttered eulogy,
Then back away with platitudes,
To the nearest exit from the cemetery.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.