POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS

 

 

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          Grave thoughts       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    Unhappy lie the bones

    of old Robert Jones

    as do those of Nathanial Wallace

    But happy, by there,

    lies young Malcolm Adair

    in whom both young widows took solace.

     

    In life she chose

    to live alone,

    did Ada Mary Harris.

    'Returned unopened'

    should mark her stone,

    sour spinster of this parish.

     

    Here lies Morgan

    buried with his organ

    that he played in church every day

    though he's deep under ground

    he'll probably be found

    happily playing away.

     

    My name is Jack Jones

    I lived my life

    and lived it bloody well

    I drank too much,

    deceived my wife.

    I've likely gone to hell.

     

    Lord Emmanuel Grey,

    now he is dead,

    lies close beside his wife.

    Much closer in death,

    so it is said

    than ever they lay in life.

     

    Beside the church,

    in pride of place,

    lies diocesan Bishop Hay

    A brewery cart

    dismissed his grace,

    too pissed to get out of the way.

     

    Pauper Tom's grave

    is somewhere near,

    A simple, unmarked stone.

    In life and death

    it seems, my dear

    the poor are left alone.