Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed
I only turned a picture to the wall.
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A touching account of distress after realization of one's bygone youth has been intensely unveiled through this marvelous life song.
How sad for her to have found the marriage announcement of a former friend or flame. She feels she lost the last remaining relic of her youth. So much for her association with the past. A very well-written poem of loss, and having to let something go.
To what end it comes to all and the mirror on the wall, that tells no lies.
A lonely widowed soul! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem had me with the last line of the first stanza—I wanted to know what had happened. A narrative poem well-told and well-crafted. -GK
With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame, I turned the picture to the blank wall's gloom. My very heart had died in me of shame, a very fine poem dear poetess. tony
So well portrayed the loss by loss of hope, loss of time waiting for something to happen, much worse than death. 'Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.' All this without a trace of sentimentality.
A great narrative poem with a most touching message of her discovery and at the same time her loss.