Hark! Virtues bugled and vice murmured
Thus the sermon begins with,
“Dearly beloved, we have gathered”
While all minds may not be at ease
tradition warns to hold one’s peace
lest a bad omen the tongue should release.
Doubts don’t creep if the bells toll
to mark the beginning at heaven’s door
for it sounds the same to beckon hell’s hole.
Curious rather about “who’s next?” has already started.
though tears are shed to the dearly departed.
The riddle does not lie
in choosing between the eternal and the ephemeral.
But tell me: where am I?
In a wedding or a funeral?
If heaven and hell is your cue
Think again
Does it not hold good to the newly weds too?
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oooh what a delicious poem! this one is fooling around with philosphy, like it were a play thing! loved the last three lines.. they so round off the poem and take us back to the beginning.. i can re-read the whole thing and imagine both the settings with the same description .. what more can a poem have?
ReplyDeleteBravo Nan!