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Poet’s Tale

Laid to Rest
beneath this stone
but God knows now
where he may roam.
This life, he knew, would still be fun
when his earthly time was run.

Watch and listen,
tread with care
for wherever you are
he may be there.
A laugh in the air
by a giggling brook
may be a pathway this man took.
Each murmur from a passing soul,
an echo from his fun filled goal.

Death, depression, loss and pain
only made him rise again.
By death, his new life has begun,
no grave will stop him having fun.
In life, in Death, across the Veil
we still will hear this poet’s tale.

Ivor G Davies

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