Now I have died

Have you noticed that people will turn out for a funeral, making a huge effort to attend?

This 'turning out' of people can be a source of great comfort and support to the nearest and dearest of the deceased. But what about the deceased?

NOW I AM GONE

It is strange, you think of me, now I am gone.

It is stranger still, the miles you travel, to mark my passing.

It is strange, when we spoke so little, when I was here.

It is stranger still, when it was so long since you had seen me.



I wrote this poem about a year ago. If you would like to use it, please state that it came from this blog by 'Forever Learning'. Thank you