Saturday, 14 August 2010


There’s an assembly
Of our parents
And children;
Friends and their kin;
Recently deceased loved ones
And more distant victims of living.
An assortment
Of previous acquaintances
And maintenance crews.
The many we admire,
The few we revere;
Our heroes
And sponsors
And those who’ve longed for us.
Doctors and clergy;
The magicians and wizards
Of pictures and words;
History’s speakers
And seekers of truth.
Sporting immortals
And lesser know athletes;
Matinee idols and
Movie producers.
The wholesome,
The homely,
The ones we wished we’d known,
And the innocent
In womb or tomb
Who do not wish to be,
And they’re always
With you
And with me.

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