Tony Jolley - Goodbye Edith

Awkward silence
Darkened room
Drapes drawn
Hearse soon

Sombre suits
Best plates
Small talk
All wait

Limo leaving
Glad to go
Bentley black
Stately, slow

Short service
Production line
For eighty years
So little time

Silent tears
Family, friends
Life remembered
At its end

Ashes scattered
A final goodbye
By your beloved
Forever to lie.

Tony Jolley

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