Sunday, June 22, 2014

Repentance Comments

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Pyre of wood is made where I am laid,
with wood up and below without a thread.

Bare came I and bare I go without a shred,
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Sohan Prasad Sharma
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Colleen Courtney 22 June 2014

An interesting poem. Unfortunately it is also very true that once our final day has passed it is too late to make amends. What I find funny is that when you attend a funeral, all anyone ever talks about is the good of the person. No one mentions their not so admirable qualities or misdeeds. Which is why I tend to feel the whole pageantry of the funeral process is a little bit of a farce. But to each his own I suppose!

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