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THE GRAVE

Posted on February 13, 2014 at 9:25 AM

No matter what material it’s made of,

Walnut, oak, stainless steel or pure gold,

This coffin was lowered down today,

In the deep and cold grave of our town.

It carried the pale body of a friend,

Near and dear to us all yesterday.

I go back seventy years to see,

The pretty and blonde girl in our court,

Holding tight a woven doll in her arms,

Laughing and jumping rope with her friends.

She carried all the dreams of a life

And the hopes of future happy days.

She walked in the bridal gown with her love,

So one day to listen babies’ cries,

And enjoy the wedding of her boys.

But today, in the hard wooden box,

All silence, with a frozen and sad smile,

Lies and waits the visit of loved ones,

Once a year with a bouquet of flowers.

 

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