Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The Funeral Procession Comments

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The funeral procession drove past my house
I bowed my head and I was quite as a mouse,
In a solemn prayer I gave to the sadly departed
As I knew of the sadness and remorse of the fainthearted;
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Randy McClave
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Winter Wyte 05 February 2016

i love this part -I guess when he was living his life he was always misread Now he is missed and remembered since now he is dead. and Sadly not one visited the departed when he was still alive; Like my mom always says dont give me flowers when im dead you had so many of chances to give me flowers and you never did so dont give me flowers when im dead

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Chinedu Dike 04 September 2014

A catchy title. Funeral procession is an occasion where hypocrisy tears its ugly head the most. Great poem. Kudos!

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Pranab K Chakraborty 03 September 2014

The cars that I counted they were over twenty-five / Sadly not one visited the departed when he was still alive; ... Marvelous expression to unveil the disguise of civilized society. Bold and beautiful, the form used skilfully. Thanks.

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