My beloved is like a gazelle.
Like a young stag.
We were young once but as for when death comes who can tell.
For how long will we keep aloft life’s tattered flag.

I went to a funeral today .
The service was in the Cathedral , no one I knew.
An ordinary life , youth, eventual decay.
Children , grandchildren , one of the many , not the few.

It’s good to go to any funeral.
Everything falls into perspective.
Not certainly a procession down the Mall.
But interesting, a good life, reflective.

We will all one day end up there.
Let’s hope someone sheds a little tear.…….

At our funeral
We will be there in spirit
Or thats what we hope

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See Song of Songs  2 : 1-14